#8 says I deserve better and if I need to walk away I should. she doesn’t want me trapped but also knows that might be impossible for me

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HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (8) -- mb i keep procrastinating i swear its not my fault (it is) LMAO

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"Okay, so tonight's dinner will be pizza, as I was informed. "Where are you?" Not knowing what she should be looking for other than a pizza box as she makes her way down the catwalk, YN says, "Is there a pizza box I should be looking for, really? — A sudden cheer could be heard from the other side of the stage, where Harry appeared to be pointing down to someone in the audience. Harry said, "C'mere, I think I found her. I'll even check my imaginary watch on my wrist to see how long it'll take her to get here," he said, motioning for YN to come over to his side.

"I actually believed a turtle was with me on stage," Harry jokes with a smirk on his lips, "YN finally made it over, much slower than anyone, actually." By this time, the two are arguing once more and have forgotten that they were looking for the pizza a fan had promised YN she would get at tonight's show.

"Well, I wouldn't really like the opportunity to slip and fall down as I'm running to you, no? - I'm simply being safe, unlike you." YN says with a cheeky grin plastered onto her face, to which Harry replies with a playful, offended look as he dramatically starts crying and places his hands over his eyes to stop his "tears" from falling out.

YN decides to move on, away from the conversation, and approaches the fan, who is holding a pizza box in the air. "Are you the one who promised me dinner?" The fan's head nodding told her everything she needed to know, even though she couldn't really hear what she was saying due to the audience and the earpiece placed in her ears. She then reaches over to the fan, carefully grabbing the box from the fan's hands without falling. As YN holds the box, her excitement quickly builds as she remembers how hungry she was before the show.

"Better hope it's your favorite pizza. If not, the pizza will be mine before you know it!" Harry approaches YN with a sneaky grin on his face. By turning away from the audience to hide the pizza they would be eating on stage, YN and Harry created needless suspense. — The boy standing next to YN laughs as she says, "Don't let me down, please," into her microphone.

It was YN's preferred pizza, which surprised her. As she crouches next to the fan, YN exclaims, "You are now my favorite person ever, I love you so much." — "You certainly made her happy, I suppose. Sincerely, I believed she would eventually cut off my head." Harry says as he squats down next to YN and receives snarling looks in return.

"Harry, I hate you so much." She pushes him in a playful manner until he falls to his back, at which point she turns to face the fan while grinning widely. — "You have my undying love. I adore you. Because of you, dinner is served!"

"Speaking of Adore You," Harry teases into his microphone as he motions for YN to stand, the upbeat instrumental playing through the speakers.

YN was spotted eating pizza while seated close to her and Harry's band.

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Chapter Thirteen: ‘One Thousand Apologies’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

a/n: this chapter is a pretty short one solely because it leads directly into the next chapter and if i where to combine them it’d 100% would of been way to long😭😭 anyways hope you huns enjoy Xx<3💋

apologizing to Anakin was one thing. it was easy especially after you’d both opened your hearts to one another, apologizing to Padme however was going to be a completely different thing. everything was going smooth thus far since Anakin’s confession that morning, but you were nervous. you knew Padme and you knew she’d forgive you but you had this overwhelming guilt. it was eating you alive as you waited for her to arrive for the day. you twist the ring on your finger becoming lost in your thoughts as you await her arrival. not even entirely sure of what you were going to say or how to start your apology.

as soon as she enters the tea room you’re on your feet. she freezes for a moment processing the fact that your actually acknowledging her existence before carefully continuing in, closing the doors behind her. there’s an awkward silence as you both stare at each other waiting for someone to make the first move. you almost wished you could just pretend as if everything was normal and although you knew if you did do that she’d go along with it, you also knew she deserved better.

she was your best friend and the distance you wedged between the two of you albeit one sided- needed to be addressed. you clear your throat and gesture to the chair beside you wordlessly asking her to take a seat, she takes the offer. silently walking over to you and sitting down, you pull another seat directly in front of her to join her. still you both remain silent for a moment as you struggle to find the words, reaching forward to take her hands into yours as she had done to you days ago when trying to offer you comfort.

“Padme…” you force yourself to keep eye contact as you start to speak, wanting to show your sincerity. “i am so sorry, what i did was wrong. i should not have ignored you the way i did, it was childish-” she cuts you off before you can finish your sentence “y/n, i am not mad at you” she looks at you with nothing but pure sympathy. “i know you aren’t mad but it doesn’t excuse my behavior” she shakes her head at you “you where hurting and reacted accordingly, yes it wasn’t the best way to go about it but i understood- i understand” she squeezes your hands reassuringly.

“please let me apologize, i know you understand but you must realize you did not have to do what you did- what you’ve done. you stick beside me even as i pushed you away, you didn’t give up on me even though i would of more than understood if you had.” she gives you a gentle smile, letting out a soft chuckle “y/n you forget our friendship is not one sided, nor is it fragile. i will always be here for you the same way i know you will be for me.” you feel your eyes begin to water and just as quickly you are pulled into her arms. “thank you for the apology i appreciate it” she adds not wanting to brush off what you where trying to do. you both indulge in the hug for a moment, staying in each others embrace before pulling away and smiling.

you both can’t help but laugh. it felt nice, therapeutic almost. “i think we may have more important matters to discuss now” she says with a smile, leaning back in her chair. “like what?” you snort, shifting in your own seat to get more comfortable. “well for starters who’s responsible for finally pulling you out of your own head, who should i be thanking for giving me my friend back?” she’s smiling as she asks, giving you a look that you could only assume meant she already knew.

to be fair it’s not like there where many options for people who’d speak out to you. “You and I both know you’ve already got an idea as to who it was” she laughs, turning her head to the side and gestures silently over to a few of the castle servants. they work quickly, moving the small table to where you both where sat. setting up a small tea party for you both, one of the servants pouring you both a cup of tea adding in milk and sugar to your likings. “of course i do but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to hear you say it” you can’t help but roll your eyes, bringing your cup of tea to your lips before taking a sip. she gives you a smug smile before mirroring your actions.

“what else did you want to discuss?” you ask curiously, she hums for a short moment as she thinks to herself. “we have to address the situation publicly…” you feel your heart sink, looking down into your tea cup to stare at the liquid in order to avoid eye contact. “you don’t have to do a announcement if that’s what your worried about- there are other ways we can go about this matter y/n” you take a deep breath, looking back up at her and placing your tea down. “i don’t have to do an announcement but if feels like i should, a murder and attempted one is not something that can just be so easily looked over”

“well there are ways you could do so indirectly” she quips perking your interest in an instant. “how so?” she places her own tea down now, sitting a bit straighter before she begins. “let’s start with the council members. forget an announcement, skip straight to punishing them and let the news come out in articles as it usually would. then simply replace them, business as usual. you’re the queen, the people already know what’s happened there so there’s no real need to address them in particular.” you nod carefully taking in her advice, tapping on the table beside you with one of your fingers as you think. “that leaves us with one thing”

“addressing your fathers murder and the attempted murder on Anakin” you nod letting out a sigh, leaning your head into your palm. “i don’t feel as if you have to address it head on. write a statement about what happened to your father and have it printed and released in the papers” you purse your lips in thought “but what about the attempt on Anakin’s life?” Padme goes silently, briefly contemplating what you could do to address it while also avoiding the spotlight. “maybe not a statement with words but a gesture, something to show you and him aren’t going anywhere nor are you scared. even though you are but they don’t need to know that.”

a gesture? what could you do to act as a gesture big enough to garner everyone’s attention whilst simultaneously showing there’s nothing to fear.

Anakin sat directly beside you, Listening carefully as you and Padme explained what you’d been discussing. you’d called him in for more than just coming up with an idea- actually you’d already figured out what you wanted to do the problem was you didn’t know how to execute it without his help.

“so you need help coming up with a gesture then?” he asks curiously running a hand through his hair as he thinks. “Yes-” “No-” you and Padme both speak at the same time, her turning to you in confusion when she hears you say no. you keep your attention on Anakin however as you speak “do you remember when we discussed the things you liked about your kingdom?” he blinks a few times processing your words as he thinks back through your conversations, the gears turning in his head. you watch as he visibly lights up once he realizes what you’re hinting at “The Races?”

“Yes!” you exclaim happily now turning to Padme to see if she was beginning to see where you were going with this. she seems more curious than anything, which to be fair you didn’t have horse races in Alderaan so it made sense it hadn’t clicked for her yet. “It’s a big event that brings together a lot of people. pretty much anyone can participate as long as they have a horse to ride” Anakin begins to explain the details behind the Tatooine tradition, happily reciting the rules and regulations.

“it’s the perfect thing that could unite the people and us, a public event for the Ton to participate in and if Anakin raced as well then it’d also serve as a way for us to show we aren’t afraid. let them know we’re with them. we could add a Ball as well, so that we can socialize and maybe give a brief statement?” you suggest the idea to the both of them, Anakin grows more excited at the mention of him being able to participate. Padme seems completely onboard as well, perking up at all the new info.

“i think this to be a wonderful idea, and in all honesty you could probably use the excitement of the whole event to sweep this under the rug. at the end of the day its up to you of course” you nod at her comment. there was a lot to think of and a lot to take care of if you wanted this to happen and for it to be successful. you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled over all of the fear and doubts. Anakin seemed to be even more excited than you, tapping his foot against the ground ready to jump up at any moment.

“well for this to work we’d better get started now, i believe we have a letter to write.” you say with a smile as you turn to Anakin.

part 14

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Marriage of Convenience, part 7: returning home.

Pairing: Yoriichi x you

Summary: Yoriichi's friends think that Yoriichi is too lonely and needs a wife and family to take care of him. They propose a marriage of convenience to a woman who's in need of a husband. The arrangement of the marriage is simple: both parties live their lives as before, y/n takes care of Yoriichi as a wife and Yoriichi keeps unwanted men (and demons) away. Love is not required, friendship is appreciated. However, how detached can one be when living so close to each other?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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Pounding pain is what (y/n) feels first when she regains consciousness. The piercing sunlight didn’t do her much good when she tried to open her eyes. She groans. What the hell happened last night, (y/n) thinks, I only had a couple of drinks. She rolls over to her other side, away from the window and the light. Next to her lies Yoriichi who is staring at the ceiling. “Mornin’”, (y/n) tells him with a yawn. His head flips towards her in a second but his eyes don’t meet hers. “You’re already awake?”, he asks her. “Kind of.”, she answers, “We didn’t bring any painkillers, did we?”. Yoriichi shakes his head. “I can ask Mrs. Nakamura if you want to.”, he tells her. “That’d be great. My head is killing me.”, (y/n) groans. Yoriichi doesn’t answer that and quickly adverts his gaze.

Suddenly, (y/n) feels embarrassed. What did she do yesterday night that Yoriichi can’t look her in the eyes? Did she do something inappropriate? This whole trip leaves her confused and her feelings are all over the place. Grief over her fiancé, a newfound fondness for Yoriichi which sometimes scratches onto something else and let’s not forget the fear and panic that haunted her in the caves. She turns her head away from Yoriichi.

“Look, Yoriichi…”, she starts, “About yesterday night. I usually don’t drink like this. I just felt so nervous after the caves. I don’t know what has gotten into me and… I’m sorry if I did or said something that offended you or something like that.” When (y/n) notices that she’s rambling, she quickly tries to stop herself. “Y/n… It’s okay. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”, Yoriichi says calmly. Being relieved, (y/n) takes a deep breath. “So, what happened yesterday then? I can’t remember much after the fourth or fifth drink.”, she asks him. Yoriichi shifts uncomfortably in his futon. He hoped that either (y/n) remembers or doesn’t ask. “We just talked.”, he says vaguely. “About what?”, (y/n) asks naively. Yoriichi breathes out deeply. He shouldn’t lie to her. He should tell her what she told him and, more importantly, he should tell her about the demon. “You told me about the night your fiancée died. And about your family’s business.”, he tells her. Y/n doesn’t say anything after that. When he turns back to her, he sees her staring at the ceiling. He can’t read her. In contrast to her thoughts, Yoriichi finds it easy to read her emotions. However, right now he doesn’t know what she’s feeling. “I’m sorry,” (y/n) finally says, “You probably wouldn’t have agreed to marry me if you had known. I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just… I don’t know what I was thinking.” “You wanted safety for your son and yourself. There’s no shame in that.”, Yoriichi tells her. “It was wrong. You thought you were marrying a simple woman and you got a poison brewer and a walking target. You deserve better.”, she answers bitterly. Yoriichi sits up slowly. (Y/n) doesn’t move. “Hey, look at me.”, he tells her. (Y/n) sits up as well and tries to look at him, but quickly looks away again. “You’re right. You’re more than I bargained for.”, he tells her and (y/n) lowers her head in shame. “I thought marrying you was a risk. It meant putting you in danger. I, too, am on Muzan’s kill list. Everybody associated with me automatically is in danger too. So, you see, it’s not really much of a deal.”, he tries to console her. “My family is a bunch of murderers.”, (y/n) blurts out. “But you’re not. In contrast, you tried to use your knowledge to put an end to the murders committed by demons. That’s noble.”, he tells her. (Y/n) blushes at that. “Still, I was dishonest to you.”, she says back. Yoriichi shrugs. “I didn’t expect you to tell me all of your secrets beforehand. We only knew each other for a few weeks.”, he points out. (Y/n) thinks about that for a moment. “Does that mean you have secrets too?”, she asks him cheekily. Yoriichi doesn’t answer. How could he? How could he tell her that her fiancée’s and (y/s/n)’s parents’ deaths are actually his fault? Because he couldn’t protect his brother? Because he couldn’t defeat Muzan?

“You don’t have to tell me. Considering I didn’t tell you mine, how can I expect you to tell me yours?”, (y/n) says and slowly gets up. She stretches in front of the window. When she turns around, she says: “I’m going to ask Mrs. Nakamura for some painkillers. Then, let’s have some breakfast.”

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After the painkillers kicked in and breakfast was eaten, y/n and Yoriichi were ready to leave. After three days, it’s time to return home. “I’m sure (y/s/n) is waiting for us eagerly.”, y/n ponders. Yoriichi nods at that. “Do you think we can take a little detour though? We need some food for the next few days. Maybe we can take a stop at the nearby village to pick up some bread and cheese.”, she says. Yoriichi nods again. For a while, (y/n) and Yoriichi walk in silence. “You’re quiet.”, she tells him, “More than usually so. Is it about yesterday?” “No.”, he answers her, “Just a lot happened the last few days.”. (Y/n) nods. “I guess we did spend a lot of time around each other. You must be happy to get some time away from me tonight.”, she jokingly points out. Yoriichi thinks about this for a second. (Y/n)’s right when she says Yoriichi likes to be alone. He feels comfortable being alone. Most people exhaust him. They talk so much and drain his energy. (Y/n) talks a lot too but it’s different somehow. She doesn’t expect him to talk as well. It’s easy to be around her, he thinks. “It’s fine.”, he mumbles.

They take another route down the mountain, one that leads them to the village near the Kamado’s house. In contrast to the path they took before, this one is uneven and steep. Yoriichi walks ahead and (Y/n) stumbles after him. “Wait!”, she calls out to him, “I’m not as steady as you. Can you hold my hand?” Yoriichi stops and looks at her surprised. (Y/n) simply holds out her hand to him. Without a second thought, Yoriichi takes her hand and leads her down the path. After a few hours, they arrived at the village. (Y/n) takes off to do some grocery shopping and Yoriichi trails behind her. After filling their bags with food for the next few days, (y/n) proposes to have some lunch at a udon stall. “One last meal in peace before we’ve got that little weasel running in between our feet.”, she laughs enthusiastically. After they’ve eaten, they start their way to the Kamado’s.

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“Oh, look who’s back!”, Suyako chirps when she sees Yoriichi and (y/n) entering their yard. “How was the trip?”, Sumiyoshi asks the pair upon their arrival. “Good.”, Yoriichi informs them briefly. Suyako puts her hands on her hips. “We want to know more than that”, she exclaims, “Come in, come in! Let’s have some tea together.”. Suyako ushers the two of them inside. While the women set off into the kitchen to brew some tea, the men already sit down in the dining room.

“So…”, Suyako says ominously while heating some water. “So what?”, (y/n) asks. “So, how was the trip?”, Suyako clarifies. (Y/n) is sure it’s still not what Suyako means but she plays along. “It was nice. We soaked in the hot springs and were at a market.”, she tells the other woman. “Right… and?”, Suyako wiggles her eyebrows. “And what?”, (y/n) replies innocently. “And did you kiss? Shared a futon? Proclaimed your love for each other?”, Suyako presses on. (Y/n) can’t help but laugh at her face. “What are you talking about?”, she asks whipping a tear off her face. Suyako looks at her disappointedly. “So nothing happened between you two?”, she mopes. (Y/n) thinks about this for a second. Things did happen between them. They’ve opened up to one another. Shared feelings and secrets. (Y/n) feels closer to Yoriichi than before. She trusts him. (Y/n) has to blush as she thinks about the time when she was pinned beneath him. Suyako immediately notices her change of color. “Something did happen!”, she exclaims. (Y/n) quickly shakes her head and waves her hands in front of her face. “No, no, it’s not like you think! Nothing happened. We just talked a lot. I think I understand him better now.”, she quickly explains. Suyako looks at her suspiciously for a moment. When she sees no signs of a lie, her expression turns soft. “I’m glad to hear that.”, she tells (y/n).

When the two of them return to the dining room, the men have the children on their laps. (Y/n) fondly watches (y/s/n) show a picture book to Yoriichi who seems invested in the boy’s silent narration of the story. “There you are!”, Sumiyoshi exclaims. Yoriichi looks up and meets y/n’s eyes. She gives him a warm smile and Yoriichi automatically gives her a small smile back. “So, (y/n), Yoriichi told me about your trip to the caves.”, Sumiyoshi starts a conversation. (Y/n) sits down as Suyako sets the table, “Uhm… yes. How much did he tell you?”, she mumbles. “Hm? Oh, just that you went on a boat trip with another couple and that the guide tried to scare you.”, Sumiyoshi says. “Oh, yes, that’s right. Turns out I’m a real scaredy-cat.”, (y/n) laughs embarrassedly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Fear can keep you alive in a situation of danger.”, Yoriichi tells her. “Och, Yoriichi, don’t always be so serious! What danger?”, Suyako dismisses his comment. It makes y/n smile, however. She notices how he always says things to make her feel better when she’s embarrassed or uncomfortable.

“So, how did (y/s/n) behave while we’re gone? Anything other than fine will earn him a serious whopping at home.”, (y/n) changes the topic. “Oh, your boy is so well behaved!”, Suyako gushes. “Sometimes we had trouble understanding him but all in all it was great having him around.”, Sumiyoshi adds. Y/n nods contently and turns to her son. “Did you have fun?”, she asks the boy. The kid nods excitedly. Yoriichi pats his head and the boy puts his head onto Yoriichi’s chest. The Kamados laugh heartedly at that.

After tea, the Tsugikunis start their way home. Way too late, for Yoriichi’s taste. The sun is already starting to set. “Stay close together.”, he tells (y/n) and her son. (Y/s/n) immediately grabs Yoriichi’s hand. (Y/n) laughs at that. “Good idea, buddy!”, she tells him and quickly grabs Yoriichi’s other hand. “Now, we can’t get lost in the dark!”, she says and nudges Yoriichi. Yoriichi blushes but presses her hand.

They manage to get home before it gets too dark to see the path in front of them. (Y/n) whips up a quick dinner of fried eggs and bread. By the time they finished the dishes, (y/s/n) could barely keep his eyes open. They quickly get ready for bed and (y/s/n) is gone before his head hits the pillow. “He must have really worn himself out with the other kids.”, (y/n) says while letting out a huge yawn. Yoriichi and her settle into their respective futons as well.

“I don’t know about you but I’m glad we went on this trip.”, she tells him. Yoriichi silently agrees to that. “Can we do it again someday?”, (y/n) asks, “Maybe bring (y/s/n) along?”. “Of course,” Yoriichi agrees, “But maybe let’s not take him to the caves.” (Y/n) laughs sleepily at that. “You’re a good father.”, she mumbles halfway into dreamland. Yoriichi blushes when he hears that. He didn’t plan on becoming a father figure to (y/s/n) but lately, he has started to feel more and more like it. It makes him proud that (y/n) thinks of him as a good father. “You’re a good mother too.”, he replies, “No matter how or why you’ve adopted him.” “Hmm…”, (y/n) hums and mumbles: “We’re good at parenting together.”. Yoriichi turns to her and sees how her eyes are already closed and her breath starts to slow down. He carefully reaches out to her and strokes her cheek. (Y/n) turns over in her sleep and puts her hand over Yoriichi’s. Slowly, he inches closer to her and presses a soft kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well, (y/n).”, he whispers, before settling back into his futon and let sleep take him away.

#demon slayer #demon slayer yoriichi #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #yoriichi tsugikuni #yoriichi x y/n #yoriichi x you #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi

[myveryownfanfiction]

Sharpuary day 8: Scarborough

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, mention of Aesop Sharp's time as an Auror and injuries

Aesop hadn’t been back since…that night. For whatever reason, he allowed me to convince him to take a small vacation to the beaches of Scarborough. Aesop busied himself with the luggage while I handled everything else. Once we were in the room though, he immediately went to the bathroom and I heard the water running. Sighing, I looked out the window at the beach.

“I know you’re worrying about me.” Aesop said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You don’t have to. I’m fine. I’m going to be fine.” I turned to look at him, noting the small smile and shining eyes.

“If we end up anywhere near that dock, you tell me and we’re out of there.” I said. Aesop nodded, not losing his smile. “I’m serious Aesop. You tell me.”

“I will.” He assured me before kissing me softly and dragging me out of the hotel room. That night when we had returned, I headed to the bathroom while Aesop put away everything that we had brought with us and purchased. I tried not to think too hard on what it must feel like for him to be back here, even though I did not yet know the full story. Aesop was a closed book when it came to the night he had lost his partner and gained his injuries. Turning off the water, I wrapped a towel around myself before venturing back into the main room.

"Aesop?" I said softly when I saw him sitting at the little desk, lost in thought. "Sweetheart?" Aesop looked up at me and gave me a small smile.

"Feel better?" He asked. I nodded, having gotten all the sand out of my hair. "Good." Aesop turned to look out the window and I moved to get dressed, knowing he was getting lost in his own thoughts even if he was trying to have a good time with me. "You can see the dock from here." I had just pulled my shirt over my head when Aesop spoke again. "At least I can. Sort of. Maybe I'm staring off in the direction of it since I know it should be there."

"I know what you're going to say," I said as I walked over to look out the window with him, hand on his back. "But do you want to change rooms?" I started to rub his back as I waited for his response.

"No. I don't want to be an inconvenience when I honestly am probably just imagining things." Aesop shook his head. "Besides, you deserve to know." He turned to look at me.

"I don't need to know Aesop." I whispered, watching as he opened a door in the wall he had built up. "You don't need to do this unless you want to." He smiled at me and wrapped an arm around me.

"Always looking out for me." He breathed as he kissed my head. "I want to. You know that I was cursed on that dock. I lost my partner." I nodded as I let him pull me closer. Aesop pointed out the window. "The dock should be just over there." I followed his finger and nodded as I could just make out the dock in question. "My partner was my childhood friend, Ashley. She was an even better Auror than I was. And I don't say that to be modest. She really was. We had a tip that there would be smugglers coming to that dock. They were part of a ring we had been tracking for months and this was going to be our chance to take them down. What we didn't know, or rather didn't bother trying to find out, was that they were expecting us. We don't know who tipped them off. We didn't even know who tipped off the Auror's office." He sighed and squeezed my shoulder. "A fight broke out. I thought Ashely could handle her own so I barely gave her a second thought. I was so sure we'd both get out of there. I had just finished off the last of the smugglers. Or so I thought." He ran a hand down his face. "The bastard came out of nowhere. Ashley didn't have a fucking chance. She was dead before her name even left my mouth." I tightened my hold on Aesop as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Aesop..." I breathed out. "It's not..." He shook his head.

"I was frozen. Couldn't do anything." He breathed out. "Next thing I know I went flying back as I was cursed. Other Aurors had shown up by then. Managed to surprise the smuggler so that he only hit my leg. Part of the curse managed to clip my face. It's not as bad as my leg but it still hurts on some days." I turned and wrapped Aesop in a hug. I buried my head in his shoulder and felt him slowly hug me back.

"I didn't know." I breathed out. "I can't believe that's what happened. The Ministry covered it up didn't they? I don't think...I never heard..." Aesop nodded against me as he laid his head on my shoulder, eyes finally falling close.

"They did. Wouldn't want the wizarding world to know that one of their greatest Aurors had failed." Aesop said, a bitter edge to his voice. "It's not the curse that makes it hard to talk about. I..." He trailed off and I nodded in understanding.

"It's Ashley." I breathed out. "You didn't fail her Aesop. You did everything you could to protect her. If you had known, if you had moved faster...it's all just playing into variables you had no control over." He nodded and buried himself deeper into me. "I think she'd be happy you came back here." I finally said, tangling my fingers in his hair. "I think she'd tease you about our relationship." I felt his laugh rather than heard it as he nodded. "And I think that I would probably get along nicely with her. Finding out all about how you were as a child and a teen." Aesop pulled back, a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh I can tell you that." He laughed. I smiled softly at him as he nodded towards the bed. "What do you want to know?"

#aesop sharp #aesop sharp x reader #aesop sharp fanfic #aesop sharp fanficiton #aesop sharp imagine #professor sharp #professor sharp x reader #professor sharp fanfic #professor sharp fanfiction #professor sharp imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy imagine #sharpuary #sharpuary 2024

[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 8

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Angsty. SAPPHIC SMUT.

Word Count: 3.1k

Body Move by Dizzy Fae blasted throughout Valeria's Condo as she cleaned up. It was a nice Saturday morning and she took it upon herself to clean up her space being that it was as cluttered as her mind has been lately. She was organizing her insane collection of shoes in her closet when her phone rang interrupting the music that was playing through her apartment since her phone was connected to the soundbar in the living room. Sighing in annoyance, she walks from the spot in her closet and retrieves her phone that was sitting on her stripped bed due her sheets getting washed. Seeing the caller ID she sees its Summer which still catches her off guard seeing her name on her phone. They had swapped numbers the day Summer arrived unannounced to Valeria's door with the flowers Joe hated.

"Hello?" Val answers the call. 

"Hey! I hope I'm not calling at a bad time." Summer replies seeming a bit nervous.

"You're not, what's up?" Val asks as she looks at the mountain pile of shoes she was donating, she couldn't believe how many shoes were stuffed in her closet. 

"I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a bite with me, there's this Mexican spot one of the construction guys suggested to me. I'll buy! " Summer asks. 

"Oh um, well what time did you want to meet up?" Valeria looks around her mess, she definitely needed some time to arrange all this. 

"How about 4ish?" I'll text you the address, it's not that far from your place.." She says. Val could hear the smile in her voice which made her smile too. 

"Yeah that's fine, I'll see you then!" Val agrees. It had been a bit since Val had seen Summer. She'd been super busy with the development job she's here in Cincy for and Val was also super busy with the store. It was finally June so, it was pride month and Kade & Elsa's idea was popping off better than any of them expected. They were all pulling early mornings an late nights but everything was going pretty well for the most part. Sure there were trolls on the company's Instagram and even google reviews but the support surpassed the hate by a lot and that's what everyone had decided to focus on. Val even had customers tell her that she'd inspire them to come out to those around them which shocked her considering the circumstances of Val's sexuality coming to light wasn't really ideal for her. 

Agreeing on the plans, Summer and Val hang up and she continues her cleaning. It was only 10AM now so Val had plenty of time to clean and then get ready later. But, as she was finally finishing up on her closet she received yet another call, this time a facetime from Joe. Taking a deep breath she answered.

"Hey!" Val answers with a small smile on her face. 

"So much for calling me back yesterday." Joe gives her an unimpressed look and Val grimaces completely forgetting about that. 

"I'm sorry! I got caught up with the store and didn't get home until 11PM. Once I came home I showered and knocked out." She says looking at him with a sorry look on her face. 

"It's okay, I knew you were already busy there when I called. But, how are are things going?" He asks he looked like he we at the gym and was sweaty as one could be after a workout. 

"It's been busy but so far so good." She nods. 

"I'm glad to hear it, you've worked hard for this...which is why I think we should go out to celebrate." Joe suggests and Val looks at him crazy. This was so out of the blue she wondered if she even heard him right. 

"Since when do you want to go out to celebrate anything, especially with me?" Val asks scoffing making Joe roll his eyes at her comment and reaction. 

"Are you busy next weekend? I sort of made us reservations at the Marble Room." He smirks. 

"In Cleveland!? You never even go past Columbus." Val says shocked. 

"I wanted to try something new with you and treat you to something nice. So what do you say? I think it'll be fun, you also deserve some time off and away from everything." Joe says. 

"Joe...we talked about boundaries last week." Val sighs. He knew better than to do something like this after the conversation they had and both agreed on.

"C'mon Val, I'm giving you what you want and it's still an issue." Joe sighs rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

"I need to know you're doing it because you want to and because you're over this whole, keeping me a secret stuff. Not because you want to win me over and go back to how things were. You know that's not an option. Plus going to Cleveland means an overnight trip and we both agreed on no sex again while we're figuring stuff out." Val shakes her head. 

"Who said anything about that? and I'm not dumb, I know you're hooking up with Summer anyway so of course you don't care to have sex with me." Joe says which annoys and upsets Val. She knew Joe was pity because she wasn't falling for his little game.

"I'm not hooking up with anyone Joe, you need to stop with the shit about Summer. I don't bring up the model from Miami and throw it in your face so you shouldn't do that to me!" Val argues back. 

"Because she's not in my life! Summer is in yours and I know she's working at an angle here. Especially now since she knows about us and our rocky relationship, this is the perfect time to sweep you off your feet." Joe says making Val roll her eyes at him while trying to keep her cool. 

"If you're going to keep up with this we should just call it quits right now because I don't appreciate you acting like this and accusing me of having sex with Summer when I haven't even seen her in weeks and the last person I fucked was you." Val snaps back over Joe's shit.

"There's just no way I believe that, after that video at the club Val. We agreed on dating other people if we wanted but I don't buy that she's not over there at your place late at night or taking you out to places." Joe shakes his head. 

"Then our conversation here is done here, bye." Val says hanging up on him. Val was now livid at Joe at the way he kept throwing this in her face. Yeah she cheated but so did he and she wasn't being petty like he was throwing that stuff in his face like he was to her.

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"Smells like lavender in here, I love that scent!" Summer smiles as she walks into Val's place. They had just gotten done with their meal and drinks at the Mexican restaurant which was great, Val made a mental note to go back their with her friends soon. 

"When you called me I was cleaning every inch of this place so that's why it smells decent" Val chuckles shutting the door behind her. 

"I'm so glad my job is playing for my stay and I have house cleaning, with the amount of work I need to get done in one day coming home to a clean hotel room is sooo great." Summer teases. 

"Lucky! Maybe I should invest in housekeeping around here." Val pouts making Summer laugh. 

"We should of stopped for some wine! I'm dumb, we literally passed by a liquor store too." Summer says sitting on the couch. 

"I have two bottles, both red. I always have back up, did you forget whose house this is?" Val smirks. 

"You're the best. Reminds me of all the secret bottles of Vodka you had in your room because Gen and Karina would always drink yours if you let them in the kitchen." Summer laughs at Val as she walks over to the kitchen to open a bottle up winking at her. 

"So, now that you're out and proud, are you going to the pride parade this month? I saw a flyer for it at the club the other night, its next Saturday." Summer asks as Val pops open a wine bottle and gets two wine glasses from her cupboard.

"I was thinking of it. The gang wants to go, are you going?" Val asks her. 

"Eh, don't know what I would do there alone other than see the parade." She chuckles. 

"You can come with us! I'll keep in contact with you about it, we're coordinating outfits with some for the stuff from the store, I'll keep you in the loop." Val says bringing over a glass of wine for Summer. 

"Sounds fun, thanks!" Summer smiles as Val sits at arms reach next to summer on the couch after handing her drink. 

"So, how are you liking Ohio? Making you want to move back after all these years?" Val teases. 

"Hell no, my family came down from Columbus and they were asking me the same thing. I love California too much to ever come back here." Summer shakes her head before taking a sip of her wine.

"I haven't been in a while. I should go, I miss Disneyland." Val says before sipping her wine. 

"There's so much to do in Cali and you want to go to...Disney...you have not changed." Summer laughs. 

"I've only been to Disney once! I deserve to go again." Val shrugs not feeling ashamed about wanting to go to Disney at her adult age. 

"You should have your rich NFL boyfriend take you. I think they do private tours, I think he could afford that." Summer giggles sarcastically. 

"Yeah... that's sooo not happening. He is not happy with me and I'm not happy with him." Val snorts taking a generous sip of her wine remembering the stupid argument they had today. 

"You guys haven't made up?" Summer asks and Val shakes her head no. 

"We had an argument today actually so... nope." Val lets out of a breath. 

"Sorry to hear that...can I ask about what? Maybe I can give some advice...if you want it of course. I know you must be really trying to salvage the relationship after everything which is understandable." Summer shrugs taking a sip of her wine eyeing Valeria. 

"You. We had argument about you today." Val chuckles. Summer freezing and giving her a confused look. 

"He thinks we're having sex. Plus he's basically is in a competition with you for some stupid reason. He thinks we have something going on and I won't admit to it." Val says rather nonchalantly. 

"I mean...I guess you could see where he's coming from because of the video and our history but I'm sure you've told him we haven't done anything, he should believe you. you've been honest so far with him, he has no reason to doubt you right now. " Summer shakes her head. 

"Yeah, well he doesn't and its annoying and pissing me off. I don't know how much more of this shit I can take, I tried but I think it's really done. Trying to glue back the pieces isn't going to work if the cracks are still visible." Val admits suddenly feeling very sad about the situation and reality of it. 

Summer doesn't say anything except give Valeria a look of sympathy and pats her hand. Val gulps down the rest of her wine and gets up to get a refill offering Summer one which she gladly accepts. After one too many wine glasses and those margarita's they had at the restaurant, Val was starting to feel the liquor a bit. She wasn't drunk, especially no where near like the night at the club but she was starting to feel a lot more comfortable around Summer and had forgotten about Joe for the time being. She was finally letting lose which resulted in feeling like her and Summer hadn't stopped talking in all these years and forgetting about how wrong she did her all those years ago.

"It's 10:30PM and I really don't think I'm going to be sober enough anytime soon to drive myself back to my hotel. I really shouldn't have had the second bottle with you, I'm driving a company rental." Summer says checking her phone seeming uneasy about her being tipsy at the moment knowing she had to leave soon because it had gotten so late. 

"Just stay over, I have plenty clothes you can borrow to sleep in...you can even shower if you'd like too." Val says setting the empty bottles of wine down by the trash can to take out tomorrow. 

"You sure? I wouldn't want to make things even worse between you and Joe...I can just uber and pick up my car tomorrow. It's no biggie." Summer bites her lip still feeling uneasy about the situation. 

"Of course I'm sure and If he already thinks there's something going on between us then it doesn't really matter now, does it? Now come on, we can watch Freaky Friday like we used to when we were supposed to do homework or study." Val says smiling at Summer and walking to her room. Summer follows Val into the the as she starts to go through her drawers finding something for Summer to wear. She picks out one of her old Ohio State oversized tees and hands it to her.

"Here, you can shower first. I'm gonna finish cleaning up the kitchen in the meantime, then I'll take a quick shower and we can watch the best movie ever made." Val smiles at Summer who chuckles at her excitement. Summer agreed to it and Val does as she says. 

"Sounds like a plan!" Summer chuckles.

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"Jamie was so damn hot in this movie. Talk about a fucking MILF!" Summer shakes her head in disbelief as they watch Jaime Lee Curtis go off on the guitar in the house of blues scene of the movie. 

"She really was." Val agrees as the lay next to each other in bed, rather close with the lights off. Summer and Val give each other both a smile before they slowly lean in and connect their lips. Summer slipping her tongue into Val's mouth immediately and straddling Valeria. All she had on was a shirt and no pants or underwear so Valeria could feel her wetness on her bare thighs. It had been so long since Valeria had hooked up with a woman, it's like she needed to get it out of her system. All the memories of their college nights together came running in both of their minds, feeling the familiar soft feminine touch of each other.

"Wait--Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to regret anything..." Summer asks, her eyes scanning Valeria's face for reassurance. 

"Yeah, I'm sure." Val smiles brushing a strand of hair away from Summer's perfect face before leaning in and kissing her again. They both undress from their pajamas leaving them completely bare and both girls take in each others bodies for the first time in so long. It was almost like it was their first time ever with each other all over again. 

"You look even more gorgeous than what I remember." Summer whispers kissing Val's neck, moaning softly at the feel of her lips going gently down her body.  Summer starts giving her love bites here and there as she always did with Val, devouring her body. Biting and sucking on Val's breasts, her hands went down finding Val's clit making her moan and buck her hips at the sensation. 

"I really missed hearing that sound come out of you, it's music to my ears." Summer smirks before sucking on one of Val's nipples. The sensation of Summer rubbing her clit and sucking her nipple almost sent her over the edge right there. 

"Can I taste you? I just know you still taste so good." Summer whispers kissing Val's chest gently as she looks up at her with eyes full of lust. Val nods a yes as she bites her lip awaiting for what's about to come. Summer moves down and settles in between her thighs, kissing them slowly and leaving bite marks between them, before her tongue slowly swipes between Valeria's wet folds making Val moan, throwing her head back in pleasure. 

"Oh! Fuck...Summer..." Val moans louder than she anticipated. She had forgotten the insane tongue game Summer had and wasn't expecting this type of intense pleasure from her.

Bringing her hand to Summer's long luscious hair, which was cascading over her face, Val pushes it away from her face to see her, her face was only dimly lit by the tv in front of them but Valeria couldn't get enough of seeing Summer nose deep at her core. Summer batting her big brown eyes at her knowing it made Val even more turned on by her. Sucking on her clit, Val struggles to maintain her hips still as the euphoric feeling started to already build up inside her. Summer grabbing ahold of her hip to maintain her in place with one hand. She then slipped two fingers with her free hand inside Val's wetness thrusting it at a perfect pace, as her mouth was still on her. Which, was enough to send Val over the edge and reach her orgasm. 

"Shit...oh my god..mmph." Val moaned and bucked her hips uncontrollably as she reached her high. Summer smirked as she wiped her face off and then seductively sucked the juices off her finger making eye contact with Val who was still catching her breath and coming down from her orgasm. Val forgetting about any relationship problems, let alone Joe. 

"Tell me when you're ready for round two, that was a good warm up for my Jaw and hands. My god do you taste better than I remembered..." Summer smirks. 

A/N: Well...things just got a whole lot messier.

#joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow smut #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow angst

[up-to-some-good]

Fifteen

Some pre-relationship baby Jily for this Era. Written for @cruelsummer-ficfest era 4.

Ship: Jily

Song: Fifteen (Taylor's Version)

'Cause when you're fifteen,

Somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

And when you're fifteen...

Lily huffed a laugh as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. It was the third time this week that she'd had to disappear into the Prefect's bathroom to cry. It was getting a bit ridiculous, but the term had been nightmarish and didn't seem to be getting better.

First, she had made a fool of herself at the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, proudly painting her cheeks with Hufflepuff colours after her date with their captain, Graham Porter, the previous weekend. She'd told all her fellow fifth years about their date, and how excited she was for the next one, only to watch him fly off the pitch after their win, and pull Gemma Warwick into a kiss.

After that fiasco, she had struggled to study and had gone into her Divination OWL completely unprepared. She didn't particularly want to take the subject further, but she didn't need a bad grade on her record, especially with the rising anti-muggleborn ideation.

Then there was Severus, who had spat a slur in her face and destroyed 8 years of friendship. She had really believed him when he'd told her he cared about her and didn't care about blood status, and now she was left feeling like a fool after her revealed his true colours. It didn't help that James Potter had been there to egg him on, nor that the rest of Gryffindor tower had heard their argument when Severus came begging for her forgiveness. She was constantly reminded by whispers and gossips that she'd lost her best and only friend.

A loud knock stirred her from her thoughts before the door opened and James Potter walked in.

"Occupied, Potter. And you shouldn't be in here, anyway. Prefects only."

He smiled sheepishly.

"Remus told me the password," he said as he moved to sit next to her on the floor. "And I know I shouldn't be in here, but I needed to catch you alone."

She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall.

"Out with it, then," she responded. "What do you need to talk to me about so urgently?"

"I wanted to apologise," he said simply.

Her head snapped over to look at him, eyes wide and surprised.

"I'm sorry, Evans," he continued. "I've been an asshole to you and to Snape, and you didn't deserve it. I'm also sorry for asking you out the other day, even as a joke. It was unkind and inappropriate. I've tried to apologise to Snape too for the incident by the lake, but he won't let me get a word in. Which is fair, I guess. It's not like I've ever had something kind to say to him before. But I'm babbling, and you don't need to hear all that, so I'm gonna shut up now. I'm sorry, is the point."

There was a long pause as she thought over his words. James shifted uncomfortably, twisting his hands together while she kept staring at him.

"Why now?" she asked eventually. "Why apologise now, after five years of knowing us?"

He scratched the back of his neck and ran a hand through his hair before answering.

"It's a number of things, really. First is that both McGonagall and Remus gave me an earful last week, which made me sit and think about my actions properly. I know I should think before acting, but at least I'm getting closer. Second is that I realised I'm turning into the kind of person I claim to hate, and I don't want to be that. I know we're only 15 and we have time to grow, but I don't want to start in the wrong place. I want to be better than this. And..."

He drifted off at the last point and looked away from her.

"And?" she prompted gently.

"And I really do like you, and I've noticed you sitting alone at mealtimes, and only sitting with Abigail from Hufflepuff in class, and I don't think it's fair that you don't have anyone else. I know you're probably avoiding sitting with me, but that means you don't get to sit with Marlene or Dorcas or Mary or even Remus and Sirius, who I know you're friends with. I don't want to be the reason you don't have friends. I'd much rather be one of them. I care about you."

"Oh."

He got even more twitchy, if it was possible, and began to stand up to leave before she caught his arm.

"Thank you," she said. "For the apology and for caring about me. I appreciate it."

"Any time, Evans."

He started crying walking towards the door, hands stuffed in his pockets and head down.

"I'll see you at lunch?" she called out to him.

He paused for a moment and turned back, half smiling at her.

"Yeah, Evans," he responded quietly. "See you at lunch."

He turned away again, reaching for the door handle before she stopped him again.

"And, James?"

He paused, but didn't respond, looking at her with his head tilted slightly.

"Call me Lily."

He smiled properly then, a grin lighting up his whole face.

"You got it."

#jily #james potter #lily evans #cruel summer fic fest 2023 #cruel summer fic fest: the eras tour #era number 4 #fifteen #hurt/comfort #I think #fluff

[solmints-messyocdiary]

Tw: Animal death, suicide mention, blood, gore, torture mention, violent ideas

[Mismatched excerpts ripped off from Finley's Journal. The dates have been scribbled away with a black pen.]

It feels weird writing on a journal. Like something a teenager might do instead of a grown ass man who works from 9 to 5.

But I needed to destress and let it out on some pages after talking with my mother on the phone. I hate hearing her shrill voice on the other side of the receiver. The only thing she can do is complain and complain and complain about the same thing over and over again. I don't want to see that man either... I hate him more than her.

I can't handle her and to think I have to go and visit them on Thanksgiving and Christmas I feel like I am going to lose my damn head.

At least I can let things out and still practice my writing if needed, so that's a plus. I haven't had much time to update my book, and that's making me a bit sad. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a bit.

Might treat myself and go the diner to get some choco pancakes and a milkshake. Those will surely cheer me up.

Really want pancakes and milkshakes...

-

The longer I stay on this damn job, the more I feel like I am going to lose myself. I've been spacing out every 5 minutes whenever someone talks to me. It's hard. (Hehe)

I had to stay 2 more hours overtime, no pay for my hard work the 3rd time this week. I had to wake up earlier, too. I arrived around 8 instead of 9 because the computers were acting up at my workplace and needed me, the IT guy, to fix them.

Not to mention, the printer too... If I have to fistfight the printer again, or hear any of my coworkers complain, particularly Brandon, I am going to strangle them. I am really going to snap!!!

I wish their heads would just explode into a bloody mess. Just Carrie them off with my mind powers whenever I feel annoyed of them. They surely deserve that, particularly Brandon and my boss. Fuck those two. The world would be better if they didn't exists. We don't need red flags walking around the office... only me! Haha!

-

I promised myself to do it again, but alas, old habits die hard as the saying goes.

Went to the beach for a dip and found a baby bird on the sand. Ants surrounding its small body and biting pieces away to bring it to their lair. Lucky for me, I always have my camera with me. Never the one to miss a chance.

I guess I should be sad but that's how nature is.

Cruel.

I wonder how others would react if they saw my ant-bitten corpse...

-

Finished rewatching Scream 2 and...

Damn... Why is Mickey kinda...?

Like... you know? If I was a girl I'd be into him and have his poster hanging over my bedroom wall haha.

Still angry at Scream 2 for killing Randy, tho. He was my favorite.

Rented Carrie, Slaughter High, Graduation, Prom Night, for tonight. Felt a bit nostalgic for some reason. Getting shoved in a locker every tuesday really does something to a guy. Going to have a nice movie night with myself while I think of my high school times.

Totally good for my mental stability, yup!

-

I wonder how my old high school friends have been doing...

Do they remember me with disdain? Are they happy with their life? More successful? Managed to marry a nice gal or guy and have many kids together? A stable job and nice suburban house?

...

Fuck them.

-

Death still scares me.

I thought that if I forced myself to witness the worst of the worst. Every torture imaginable, researching hours and hours and hours of how a body decays, how long does it take for it to rot, shrink, turn into dust.

Live footages of people getting decapitated, stabbed, run over, split in half, drowned, squashed to death, gutted, burned alive, choked, flayed.

I'd grow out of it.

It's not that hard to look for stuff like that as long as you know where to find it and you're patient.

Will I ever be able to look at their loved ones in their eyes. Admit that I saw the last moments of their brother, mother, a cousin? The light leaving their eyes?

I thought I've become numb enough to just stare attentively, not blinking for a second.

People I know will die one day. Complete strangers, lives of theirs I will never know, are dying as I write this.

And yet, I remain wide awake. Imagining how it'll feel for my body to reach nothingness. The maggots feasting on my insides, eating away little by little. Gourging themselves on the bile and flesh and pus from my organs till they become fat, squirmy little bugs. Eating, mating, dying, rinse and repeat over and over and over again.

My skin itches thinking of it. Like they have already managed to crawl deep inside.

Even a death as boring and not spectacular like an illness terrifies me.

-

How long do I have left? Have I wasted my life? Is it too late for me?

When will I die...

-

I miss my friends from high school... some of them I've forgotten their names...

I sometimes think about Chelsea. No, I am always thinking about her...

If I contact her... will she ever forgive me?

It's too late to cry over spilt milk.

-

Seems I've been thinking about death a lot lately.

I went to go see a movie to try and fend of the feelings of dread and paranoia that have been seeping in me.

Stale popcorn, overpriced and oversized. Check.

Watered down soda. Check.

Badly directed horror film? Check.

Annoying and talkative patrons? Double check.

The blood effects weren't as cool compared to others, but at least the lead was hot even if she couldn't act to save her life.

-

Why am I even trying?

-

I made a blog.

I post all the pictures I've taken from dead animals and roadkill.

-

I feel numb.

-

I haven't been feeling real as of late. I even dared touch one of the spilt out guts of a cat behind an alleyway. I wanted to feel something. See if I was still here. I pushed my fingers in, feeling the slimy and sticky organs. It burned and I janked my hand away.

It felt surreal.

I can't feel my hands or face at times. Like they weren't even there to begin with.

-

I think I might go to a therapist.

-

I want to die...

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 21, 2018 san diego, california orion

I wake up at an excruciatingly early hour, incredibly achy and just feeling awful. I knew this would be part of letting my body ride out whatever leukemia has in store for me. That doesn’t mean that I feel any better about how awful I feel. 

It’s not even 5:00 yet. The alarm clock on my windowsill reads 4:48. 

I do what I seem to do best these days, grabbing my phone to scroll on Twitter more than I probably should. 

@ILoveCashton: anyone else feel like cashton is… gone? Idk how to explain it

@5SOSItalia: Replying to @ILoveCashton: no same! something is weird. 

@5SOSNo1: already missing tour! </3 but hope cal can get the time he needs to heal. we can all tell he needed a break by the end.

@5SOSFangirl: Replying to @5SOSNo1: 100%. Cal needs time to separate himself from her, for sure.

@OrixnSux: god i’m so glad they finally broke up @OrixnSux: anyone could see how awful she was @OrixnSux: i met her in the pit at a show once and she was SO entitled. thankfully cal is finally away from her. excited to have our man back!

@CalGirl2011: Let’s cheer @Calum5SOS up! Reply to this using #SmilesforCal and show him how many of us are here for him! 103 Replies

@5SOSFan14672: Oh my god Cal and Luke’s version of Yellow has me on the FLOOR!!!!!!! SOBBING!!!!!

@CashtonGirlie: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: FUCK THIS HURTS @MikeyPizza4: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: he deserves the whole damn world

@CalumStan: hate seeing how sad cal is. It hurts seeing someone so special look so hurt.

@ILoveCalumHood5: cal deserves the world. RT if you agree! @ILoveCalumHood5: ori*n deserves to rot in hell. RT if you agree!

@CorionFan: i still can’t wrap my head around the breakup @CorionFan: do we actually have confirmation or is this all just a speculation of sad shit from cal?

@5SOSUSA: Replying to @CorionFan: no we have confirmation. someone asked orion in person and she confirmed.      @CorionFan: Replying to @5SOSUSA: damn. :( 

@5SOSUSA: haven’t ever seen cal this sad. If you see this @Calum5SOS, we love you!!!

The Tweets and the photos posted from onstage and the clips of Calum being silent in interviews all send me into a spiral. I break down and fall into a weird, exhausted, in-between state of crying, sleeping, and crying again. My dreams aren’t restful. It’s always an unrelenting torture session of seeing Calum torn apart again and again by my news. I wonder when the last time I actually had a good night’s sleep was, and guess that it was probably before I broke up with Calum. Long before it.

When Emelia walks into my room around 8:00, I’ve been up for a few minutes and am already crying again. She comes to my bedside, perching on the carpet in front of me with worry written all over her face. 

“What’s up, babe?” She asks. I know that she knows the answer without me saying anything.

“Em,” I whimper. “I... I miss him so much.”

Emelia nods an reaches out to rub small circles into my side. “I know, O.”

“I can’t reach out, though.”

She sighs and looks at me with worry. “Orion, I swear, he’ll answer you.”

I want to believe she’s right, but our last few interactions have me doubting everything about my relationship with Calum. Actually, I can’t say that. I don’t doubt the strength of our relationship a few months ago, it’s just that whatever we’ve been since then is hazy and blurry and the bounds are unintelligible. I know nothing has changed for me, but I don’t know the extent of how things have changed. 

I grab the box of tissues on my nightstand to blow my nose, which is all runny and gross from crying so much. As I blow my nose, I look down at the tissues and groan as blood starts to soak them. Of course my nose would bleed now. Through teary eyes and with fresh tissues shoved up my nostrils, I look at Em, feeling helpless and tired and awful.

“I don’t know how to do this, Em. I don’t know how to get out of bed or eat or fucking breathe anymore. Everything is broken, and I’m the one who broke it.” 

The pity on Emelia’s face makes me unable to look at her. She’s on the brink of tears too. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she quietly says. She’s trying to be soothing, but it’s not working.

“It’s not, though! I’m going to die! It’s not going to get better, Em. This is it. Nosebleeds and crying in bed and not being able to eat… this is my life.” 

I look back at Emelia and she’s now crying along with me. I hate to do this to her, but I can’t do anything else right now.

“I fucked up my life. I’m fucking up your life. I fucked up Cal’s life. I fucked up Ashton’s life and Mike’s and Luke’s and my moms’ and Eri’s and—“

“You’re not fucking up our lives! Sure, you made a mistake — with good reason — with Calum, but you are not at fault for having cancer, O. It’s not your fault.” 

I look at her, tears blocking almost all of my vision. “Ash and Cal aren’t even speaking!”

“That’s not your fault!”

“Yes! It is! I ruined them. I ruined everything, Em. I…” 

I know what I want to say, but I trail off, not wanting Emelia to have to hear it. 

I deserve to die.

Michael’s texts may have hurt to read, but I now think he was far more accurate than anyone else has been. Karma has come around for me. 

Emelia gets in bed next to me and hugs me tightly. “You didn’t ruin everything. We all still love you just the same.” 

Do they? Does Calum? I hate to think it, but he’s really the only one that’s at the front of my brain. He's the only one that really matters.

“I don’t know, Em. I feel so… lost. I used to think I was a good person, but I don’t know if I am anymore.”

Emelia is still crying next to me, and it sends a pang to my chest to know I am making her cry right now, or at all. “You’re still the best person I know.” She sniffles and hugs me even closer. 

We cry together for a while and I feel like my head is pounding. The inevitable sickness is kicking my ass today. 

“Can you get me some Nyquil? I think I need to nap.”

Emelia nods and wipes under her eyes. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” 

Emelia gets up and leaves the room, coming back a few moments later with the bottle of green liquid in hand. She wordlessly opens it and pours me a dose of it, handing it to me for me to gulp it down. She hands me my water so I can wash out the taste. 

We’re both still crying.

“I’ll let you take a nap, okay? I’m just down the hall in the guest room if you need me.” 

She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she leaves. We both need to be alone. I hear her cry quietly as she walks to the guest room and shuts the door behind her. I don’t think she knows that I can still hear her, because what she does next breaks my already shattered heart even more. 

“Ash?” She asks quietly, sobs making her voice wobbly. “Hey, I just… fuck. Everything is so bad. I don’t know what to do!”

I do my best to block it out, not wanting to hear her private venting session with Ashton. I turn on white noise and put a pillow over my head, flipping over to face away from the light and closing my eyes. I do want to sleep, and my body knows that’s what I need.

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as the world caves in (m); eight

pairing; hongjoong x reader, mingi x reader, ? x reader

word count; 5.3k

genre/warnings; fantasy-ish, apocalyptic au, angst, fluff, blood(a lot), weapons, fighting, injuries, zombies, knife, blood

summary; a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

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Chapter 8:

“What a fucking idiot,” Wooyoung murmurs, watching as San puts himself together. He glances at the open porch doors, you sitting on your wheelchair as you stare out at the scene ahead. Nothing has changed much, barely five minutes has passed by, but he could see how it affected you. The forlorn expression, and blank stare only make his stomach turn. You all were at a good place; you and Hongjoong were fine. But it only lasted for half a day. Nothing really happened this impactful in the last few years. Sure, there were arguments here and there. But the amount that's happened in the last few weeks superseded that amount. It makes him worry endlessly.

“He’s a child,” San agrees, adjusting his belt in the mirror. “He’s scared of telling her how he feels so he pushes her away every chance he gets. And then gets upset when someone else swoops in.”

“But we know about it San, we shouldn’t have fucked things up again. We were being selfish.” A frown stays on Wooyoung’s face as he stares out at you.

“We’re all adults,” he shrugs. “y/n isn’t going to wait around forever for him to finally say what he means. He just didn’t have to tear her heart out the first chance he got,” His eyes flick to you, your head resting against the banister. “She deserves more than that. He just got a rude awakening when we made the move ourselves.” Of course, he feels a bit guilty. Even the other group could tell the relationship that Hongjoong and you have; it’s blatantly obvious. You can’t see it because you’ve been with him for so long you don’t pick up on the cues, but everyone else does. It’s almost pitiful. “I’m going after him. Can you stay and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid?”

“I doubt she will. She hasn’t moved,” he leans forward, pressing his lips against San’s lightly. “You don’t do anything stupid. We don't need anything else happening to you. Not now, please."

"I'll try my best," he grins back. "Aftercare Woo," he gestures to you on the porch. "Don't forget it. Don't push her though, just give her time for the feelings to settle."

"Alright, see you," Wooyoung murmurs, watching as San disappears through the doors. He was going to insist that he'd be the one out with Hongjoong, but his suggestion was pushed away in an instant. He left with you last time, and it was San's turn to help fix things.

Woo sighs, grabbing a small blanket and walking out to you. He slowly makes his way over the threshold, letting the blanket drap over your body. You barely register him standing there, your eyes stuck on the gates. He lets himself rest on the small bench next to your wheelchair, swallowing softly. He’s never one for speeches, but he doesn’t have anything to say to you. Nothing to make you feel better. Hongjoong fucked up and a short story about how much he cares will only make things worse. So he does the only thing he can think of.

“What can I do?” Wooyoung asks.

Your hands tighten around the banister, your eyes closing softly. “I don’t know Wooyoung. I don’t know.”

—

"Evacuating the farm isn't an option," Seonghwa says, staring out at the horde. They've turned off the lights at the farm, only keeping on the electric fences. It makes a small humming sound. Not enough to draw the horde closer but it's the direction they're walking it. There's so many, the groaning echoes around the farm as they make their way. He rubs his face, deep in thought. "Should we leave?"

"No," Yunho says, coming up the stairs. "I already told the others what’s going on. They’re getting ready. As you said, leaving isn't an option. We've lasted five years here hyung, we can last a little longer."

"But we have other things to worry about now. It's not just the four of us anymore. We promised no more lives lost." He hates to admit it, but he worries. He isn’t sure if he worries for your group because they need you to bring Jongho back. But nevertheless, he does. Not that he would admit it.

"We won't die, Seonghwa," Yunho insists. "Have you forgotten our fail safe? Not all is lost, you know."

He frowns. "But that plan is the last option."

"Do you suggest anything else?" Yunho asks, and Seonghwa can only give him silence, eyes flicking to the horde. His gaze happens to turn back to the barn. Two small figures sitting on the porch beside each other, staring on. He can only assume one of them is you. He clenches his jaw.

Fucking Jongho and his stupid promises.

"What's going on?"

Both of their gazes move down, the familiar mop of hair walking up the steps. Seonghwa rolls his eyes, leaning against the bars of the staircase. Yunho plasters that fake smile of his that he hates as he watches as Hongjoong jogs up the stairs, San close behind. He looks at the horde, frowning.

"I heard a bit as I was making my way. You have a plan for a horde? No one lives once they see one."

"With a compound this size you have to have contingency plans. Jongho helped with this one," Yunho says, pointing to the outside of the gates. "At the first gate, there's two large holes about 20 feet deep and roughly 50 wide. We keep it covered with tight ropes and leaves, secure enough to not fall into, but loose enough that with a few hard tugs we can open it up. It can take out the majority of the Sick. We can kill the other stranglers. But there's a catch."

"Someone has to be out there to open it," San sighs.

Yunho nods solemnly. “We could do it with two, but there’s a risk.”

"Three. Another just in case someone fucks it up," Seonghwa adds. "I'll be going. Yunho stays back. Yeosang is injured and can't. So that leaves Mingi." His eyes move to Hongjoong. There is still anger within them, but he ignores it for the moment. There's bigger problems. "And one of you. Rock paper scissors?" He grins.

"I'll go," San says. Hongjoong glares at him, but he ignores it. “We need Hongjoong to stay back with Yunho just in case. Wooyoung is at the barn with y/n, so that leaves me,” he shrugs. “Tell me your game plan.”

Hongjoong sighs, “San.”

“Not now, Joong,” San turns to him sharply. “You’ve already fucked up this evening enough, yeah? Let’s not make that a home run.”

Another person behind them whistles. Mingi stands there, not one inch of skin uncovered. He wears a mask on his face, only his glasses showing from beneath his hat. He wiggles his brows, adjusting a knife on his belt. He looks like he’s going into a war from how covered he is. San can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the man. He can’t see his smile, but Mingi’s eyes crinkle at the sound.

“Hongjoong messed up again? Gonna add that to my tally when we get back,” Mingi teases. Yunho sighs at the antics.

���San and Seonghwa can get ready to go out, and Mingi, you can grab the other knives while they’re gone. Hongjoong and I can watch and see if anything happens from here. Can’t really predict hordes, they might change course and fuck up our plans,” he waves them off. Seonghwa marches down the stairs, not giving San a glance as he jogs back to the house. San follows after him though, not bothering to say another word to Hongjoong. Mingi adjusts his vest, wrapping his fingers with thick gauze.

“Think any of them still have their teeth?” he asks, glancing through the fences. “Hell, never realized how strong human jaws are until they almost snap you in half.”

“Mingi, the weapons,” Yunho insists. He rolls his eyes but nods, looking at Hongjoong.

“I gotta talk to you about something when I get back, see you!” he walks away to a nearby shed, disappearing inside. Yunho sits on the metal bench there, Hongjoong slowly sitting down next to him. Thoughts run through his head, but he pushes them to the side. He knows he messed up with you, badly. He knows that you might not ever forgive him. He’s messed up too much in such a short amount of time. Let his emotions get the best of him, instead of sorting them out first. But, right now they have bigger worries. He just hopes that whatever plan they’re implementing, it goes down smoothly. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to San while he sat here and watched.

“It will work, Hongjoong,” Yunho says, eyes on the horde. “You have to have faith.”

“Faith? In these times?” Hongjoong scoffs, shaking his head. “I don’t have faith, Yunho. There’s no such thing as that now. Any moment now, something could throw us off. Turn the switch the wrong way. Step on a branch and distract them. Anything could happen, and you’re asking for me to have faith?”

“Have you always been this pessimistic?” Yunho notes. “You have to lighten up a bit. Always being this pensive about what’s to come is no way to live life. Despite our shared situation, we can’t live in fear everyday. Accepting our fate but trying our best is the only way to go about it. Or else you’ll live in that fear and paranoia, and build it so deep you won’t be able to tear it down for a long time. Trust me,” he holds his hand against his chest, glancing at Hongjoong. “I’ve lived that way for a long while.”

“And what changed that?”

Yunho’s lips curve lightly. It’s the first genuine, true smile that Hongjoong has witnessed from him.

“Choi Jongho did.”

—

“How’re we going to lead about a hundred Sick into these things?” San whispers, tugging on the gear. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t uncomfortable. Most of it stuck to his neck, the material almost rubber like. It reminded him of a scuba suit, but the thickness was tough enough that the Sick wouldn’t be able to bite through it on the first try. The second? He’s not too sure about that.

“We told you. Hold out the blood, drip it on the ground until they’re close enough, then run over the wooden bridge we have on the gap. Most won’t be coordinated enough to follow your exact path and fall into it. Break it before some try to get over it. Easy peasy,” Mingi says, tossing San a blood bag. He barely catches it, stumbling slightly as Seonghwa opens the second gate. He doesn’t bother glancing back at the two of them, a soft scoff falling from his lips.”It’s being held into the ground by nails, just tear the rope and it’ll fall. That simple.”

“If it’s too difficult for you I’ll go across,” Seonghwa says, pausing at the second gate. Just behind the third is the horde, and they can’t talk after they cross it. “You have to be sure you can do this, San. You have only one chance.”

“I can do it,” San says, nodding. “Just needed confirmation.”

“We might not even need the blood since they can smell us easily,” Mingi shrugs. “But better safe than sorry, right?”

“Right,” San murmurs.

“No more talking. Let’s get this done. Quickly.” Seonghwa holds a finger up to his lips, before walking to the third gate. The second shuts behind them slowly, a loud creak echoing around the area. The moaning and groaning from the Sick is louder now, not even the sound of the gate was heard over it. Seonghwa wrinkles his nose in disgust, holding up his fist to signal Yunho to open the last one.

It creaks loudly, the start of the horde moving to the sound. The crowd is filled with new and older Sick, clothing barely hanging on their bodies, shoes completely worn out from the elements. The stench is unbearable, his face turning in disgust. San slides though the small gap, Mingi running in the opposite direction. Seonghwa drops his hand and the gates stop opening. He crouches slightly, resting his elbow on his knee as he adjusts his rifle. It has a silencer on it, but the sound doesn't muffle it enough for the Sick to not notice. His position is just a precaution. Most of the Sick will follow Mingi or San. Still, he holds it steady, ready for any stray to run toward the entrance. He glances to the side, noticing that Yeosang is at another post, rifle resting on a ledge, eyes looking through the scope.

San runs quickly, tossing splatters of blood to the ground in front of a few stray Sick. They groan loudly, direction turning from Seonghwa to him. The larger part of the crowd follows behind him. He runs quickly, standing at the edge of the small, makeshift bridge. He waits, heart beating against his chest as the Sick move to him. He drops the blood bag at his feet, eyes narrowing as he stares. They’re not close enough for him to move back, not enough for him to cross the bridge without moving in a different direction. He holds his knife in his hand, swinging at a Sick that’s gotten close, puncturing its temple. He feels hands grip his ankle but before he could push another off, one grabs his other arm, sinking its jaws into the protective layer. He stumbles back, luckily landing on the bridge. It creaks at the weight, boards breaking. He kicks the Sick off his ankle, its moans disappearing as it falls into the trench below. He struggles with the one on his arm, more and more Sick coming closer.

“Shit!” he yells, finally gripping the arm biter and sinking his knife into its head. It falls, the knife stuck as it tumbles below. San quickly takes out his spare, crawling over the bridge quickly. Boards snap and he hears the dreadful sounds of bodies hitting the spiky terrain below. He doesn’t get the chance to look, skidding to a stop and crouching to the ground on the other side. he quickly starts sawing the rope.

“Duck!”

He drops immediately, a gunshot ringing out. He turns to his left, seeing a Sick strangler falling to the ground. How didn’t he see it? He gets back to sawing, finally breaking the rope. The Sick that managed to steady themselves on the rope bridge fall, more and more falling right after. He lets out a breath, moving back from the gap, desperately trying to catch his breath. A hand grips his arm, pulling him up to his feet. Mingi stares at him, pulling his mask down.

“You alright?” he asks, glancing at the rubber. Before San could get in a word, Mingi takes out his smaller dagger and immediately peels back the rubber. His eyes flick over the skin, sighing in relief when he doesn’t spot bite marks. “Hell, I thought you were a goner. I couldn’t get to you quick enough.” His lips curve into a grin. “Thank fuck for snipers, yeah?”

“You were right about having a third,” San murmurs, following Mingi to the entrance. He looks back at the Sick, all of them following after the others one after another, tumbling to the spikes below. It’s not enough to kill them, but they’ll be burning their bodies soon enough. It’s too close to morning to have smoke in the air, but once it hits nightfall again, they’ll do it. Seonghwa stands at the gate, frowning still. San wonders if the man knows any other expression. Mingi nods at him, walking past. San hesitates, turning to him.

“Thanks for the backup,” he says. Seonghwa raises his brow.

“Not a problem. Not the one who saved your life, though,” he gestures to the left. San’s gaze follows, seeing the familiar flop of blond hair and anger. Yeosang sits on the ledge in the silo. He can’t see him clearly in the dark, but Yeosang flicks his light. It’s morse code, nothing he could figure out. Seonghwa chuckles though, raising his hand to Yunho so he can close the gate.

“What he say?” San asks.

“He said ‘stupid assholes’, in a much worse way,” Seonghwa grins. San frowns as the man continues to chuckle, leading them back to the farm.

–

“You saved his life, you know,” Mingi throws his satchel on the kitchen table, rolling his shoulders. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I’m not an asshole,” Yeosang says. He sits at the table, his rifle in pieces as he cleans each part. Mingi isn’t sure why he does it every single time he uses it, but he doesn’t bother to question him. Yeosang won’t say why, anyway. He keeps strange things to himself. “And our own Tiger would go on and on and cry about him being dead. It’s just a way for me not to hear her blabbling along.”

“Right,” Mingi raises a brow, rinsing off his hands in the sink. “I just think you’re starting to like the little crew. Step one is acceptance.”

“Isn’t that last?” he points out.

Mingi shrugs, “Does it matter? You like them. Good, we need someone to like them around here besides Yunho. Not sure if he likes them, or if he’s planning something in his head. Can’t really read that guy.”

“Isn’t he your best friend? You should be able to read him,” Yeosang clicks a part together, humming in appreciation. “It was hard as hell to clean the dust out of that.”

“You know Yunho. He doesn’t talk much about his feelings. Keeps it to himself. Especially his master plan on things. He killed those traitors without blinking. Yea, he cried and all. But who just…” Mingi stops. “Who can kill humans that easily?”

“We were all in the government, Mingi. We all did unimaginable shit to people. None of us are free of guilt,” Yeosang’s voice is softer, eyes narrowing slightly. “Doesn’t matter if we regret it or not. It’s done. Nothing we can do but accept that we’re horrible people and move on. There’s no such thing as redemption for us. We can help all the people we like, there’s no saving grace for us. You gotta prepare yourself for what’s gonna happen.”

“What do you mean?” he furrows his brow. Yeosang sighs, pausing his polishing. He looks up at the man. Despite everything they’ve been through, he can still see the innocence in his gaze. None of them had a choice in joining the military forces, but that doesn’t change things. They’ve done things he’d rather not think about. He tries to push the thoughts away, but nights are filled with it. Dreams of holding people against their will because he was convinced they weren’t good. He could remember it all.

“It wasn’t our fault, Yeo,” Mingi says. “It wasn’t. They forced us, they threatened our families if we didn’t join. Fucked up our heads,” Mingi hits his temple lightly. “Forced things into there that no one should see. It’s not out fault.”

“It doesn’t matter. Once the others find out what we did, what we were…” he swallows lightly. “They’ll leave just like Jongho.”

“Shouldn’t we tell them then–”

“No,” Yunho’s voice rises behind them. Mingi jolts, turning to the door. Yunho drops his things on the table, making sure not to disrupt Yeosang’s rifle parts. He rubs the back of his neck, swinging open the fridge and taking out a water. He takes a sip, resting on the edge of the counter. “We tell them, they run. No use in risking that when we barely have any information about him.”

“He ran because he hated us, Yun,” Mingi insists. “He hated that we kept it from him, hated that we were associated with the same people that took him in the first place. I think they have a right to know just a little–”

“And what right is that?” Yunho raises a brow. “Because y/n is related to him? Hm? What if his aunt came, his mother? Uncle? Do we just divulge any information about him because they’re family? When does it end?” Yunho leans forward, tossing the bottle in the bin. “We aren’t telling them anything. I don’t care what they say, what pity stories they give you. We don’t trust anyone but our own.”

“Keep that in mind when you think about telling them anything. Remember the people before we told Jongho? They were going to kill us. Would have if he wasn’t there,” Yunho sighs. “Keep this to yourselves. Goodnight.” He pats Mingi’s shoulder, nodding at Yeosang and walking up the stairs. Yeosang doesn’t say anything, continuing to clean his weapons. The bathroom door closes, and they hear the shower turn on.

Mingi leans against the counter, in deep thought. Yeosang peers at him as he looks through his scope. “Don’t do anything stupid, Mingi. I know you.”

“Yea, yea,” he waves him off. “I’ll be in the room. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Yeosang says, clicking another part together as Mingi leaves the kitchen. Seonghwa slips into it, most likely listening from outside the door. He sits at the table with Yeosang, placing his rifle on top of it.

After a moment of silence, “You think he’s gonna fuck something up, don’t you?” he murmurs.

Yeosang’s eyes move to Seonghwa’s. “No doubt.”

–

Wooyoung stomps down the stairs, immediately running into San’s arms when he walks through the door. “Are you alright, I saw what happened and I started getting dressed but I didn’t have enough time-”

“Fine,” San interrupts, patting his back. Wooyoung immediately notices that something’s wrong, pulling away from him. San doesn’t bother giving him a glance, mumbling something about needing a smoke.

“San! San, hey! Where are you going?” Wooyoung follows him around the corner, grabbing his shoulder. San pushes him off with ease, storming into their shared room. He doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him, knowing that Woo would break it down to speak to him. He paces back and forth around the bed, outfit stained with blood and grime. But Wooyoung interrupts his path, standing in front of him. San doesn’t meet his eyes, even as Wooyoung reaches up, holding his face delicately between his palms. He tries to meet his gaze but San resists. He only sighs, leaning down. He sees the tears falling down San’s cheeks, sniffles echoing around the silent room.

Wooyoung strokes his cheek, wiping the tears. “What’s wrong, hm? What happened out there?”

“Fuck Woo,” he spits out, pushing his hands off his face. “Not now, not now,” he looks at him. “Not. Now.”

“All you’ve been doing tonight is pushing me away? San, no!” He grabs the tobacco jar that San takes off the nightstand from his grip, tossing it on the bed. He glares at Woo, but said man stands his ground, reflecting a caring gaze back. “Tell me what’s wrong. You haven’t said anything since you’ve got in tonight. You’re been off, and you’re not telling me why.”

“Why don’t you just give it up, alright!” he shouts, reaching over the bed to grab the jar. Wooyoung gets to it before him, tossing it through the open porch doors. A loud shatter echoes as it hits the ground. Fury coats San’s face as he moves to Wooyoung, fists clenched. He doesn’t touch him, but Wooyoung can feel the frustration and hurt. The way he’s holding himself back from strangling him. San swallows loudly, roughing dragging his fingers through his hair as he thinks. “That was my last fucking batch, Woo. There’s nothing else left. What’s wrong with you, why would you…” he struggles with his words, closing his eyes. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Wooyoung says softly. “I just want you to talk to me.”

“We’re talking right now,” he grinds his teeth, clenching and unclenching his hands. “I can’t… I can’t believe you’d do that. You…” he points at Wooyoung, shaking his head. “You’ve messed up big time. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” he glances at the door. “Please go, Wooyoung. Give me some space for once in my life for crying out loud.” his eyes move to the porch.

“What happened out there?” Wooyoung asks, moving closer. San holds up his hand, and he stops immediately. “We can’t fix this if you don’t talk about it. It’ll rot in you San. You can’t let yourself hold onto it alone--”

“I almost died,” he says, shaking his head. “That Sick grabbed my arm and almost killed me! I almost fell into the fucking hole in the ground and impaled and died, Woo. So forgive me if I don’t want to speak to you about my almost death on the night it happened,” his voice fades a bit out at the end. “The only thing that calms me down is smoking, Woo. You know that, and you tossed my chance away. The only thing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Wooyoung asks again. “Are you sure that this is the only thing that’ll help? I just want you to feel okay. Sure, you don’t have to talk about it with me right now. But just tell me what to do. I can’t stand here and watch you tear yourself apart.”

San looks at him, lips trembling. Without another word, he smashes his lips into his, their bodies falling to the mattress.

-

“I know you don’t want to talk to me,” Hongjoong says at the table. You sit there in silence, your fingers gripping the photo of Jongho. You’ve been downstairs for a few minutes, tip toeing around Hongjoong. He noticed of course, noticed how you avoided his gaze, kept to yourself. “I was hurt, and I messed up. Saying sorry won’t fix it this time. But I’ll try to make it up to you. Just ask me anything.”

“I want to leave,” you say.

He freezes, eyes widening.

Yours meet his, determined. “And I don’t want to see you, Hongjoong.”

“Wait--” You hear the steps of Wooyoung behind you. Hongjoong shakes his head, but he ignores him. “What do you mean? You can’t leave!”

“I will,” you say simply, looking at Wooyoung. “I can’t be around someone that doesn’t trust me, that lies to me, that continues to hurt me again and again and again. It’s exhausting. I can barely sleep these days because I’m walking on glass, waiting for it to crack if I say something slightly wrong. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of walking on glass around you, Hongjoong. It’s not permanent,” you add. “I just… I can’t look at you right now. I don’t know what you have going on with you and I don’t care, frankly. Because you don’t say shit to me, so,” you shrug. “I’ll go into the main house and sleep there. Figure out what’s going on in your head, and I’ll come back when you do. But right now,” you turn to the front door. Their eyes follow you as Yeosang emerges from the shadows. His hands are tucked in his front pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I’m leaving.”

“y/n--”

“No, no! No, Hongjoong…” you shake your head. “I don’t want your sympathy right now. I don’t want sorries. Because I can’t trust you. It’s a shame,” you laugh dryly. “I trust Yeosang more than I trust you right now. Funny, isn’t it?”

“When did you talk to him?” he asks.

You don’t say anything, Yeosang coming in. He nods at Hongjoong, moving around and gripping the handles on the back of your wheelchair. Wooyoung stands in front of you. Before you could tell him to move, he leans forward and pulls you into his arms delicately.

“Come back safe, yeah?” he asks, and you nod, pulling away. He wipes an eyelash off your cheek, moving out the way and letting you go. Hongjoong doesn’t say anything else, watching as you disappear through the doors. Wooyoung closes it behind them, turning on his heel to look at Hongjoong.

“He came when he saw you talking to the others. She wanted space, and still needs to learn things about Jongho. She trusts them not to hurt her, so she left.” Wooyoung explains, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s her decision, hyung.”

“I know that, I know,” he says softly, sitting at the table. He pushes his hair out of his face, foot tapping quickly on the floor. “I messed up badly, didn’t I?”

Wooyoung nods, “You’ve fucked it all up. I know it was a lot for you, Hongjoong,” he moves closer to him, sitting at his side. “And I know you mean well. But at the end of the day, she’s a person. She has feelings. You have to learn how to manage your own. Speaking to her that way isn’t the way to go.”

“I’m sorry Woo,” he says softly. “I was… I heard it all and I just…” he puts his face in his hands. “I’ve waited all this time and I expected something I shouldn’t have. I let myself get too caught in my feelings, and hurt her. Hurt you. Hurt San. I can’t say sorry because it’s just a word, I keep on doing it.”

“I already forgive you,” Wooyoung says simply, rubbing his shoulder. “Feelings are messy. You’ve waited years for her, and saw her with people other than you. It messes you up, I know that. I won’t apologize for what I’ve done because we’re all adults, but I do apologize for doing it, knowing how you feel about her.”

“Wooyoung, I don’t--”

“Ah hyung,” he hits him playfully, a teasing smile on his lips. “I’m not her. She’s not here right now. Nothing’s being spilled that I don’t already know. You just gotta learn how to tell her. She won’t wait for you forever. You should say it sooner rather than later, especially in a time like this. We don’t know when we’ll get to see tomorrow.” he shrugs, standing up. He stretches, groaning softly. “Now I have my own disaster to deal with.”

“That bad?” He asks softly. Woo nods, worry in his eyes.

“Much worse than you’d think.”

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[fitrahgolden]

Should You Need Me: 8 - Wait for me, please hang around

"I'm seeing someone."

Kaveri, Mary, and Edwina went silent mid laugh. Kate looked back at all of them around the dinner table, and she felt her anxiety stricken face relax into a smile she couldn't help whenever she thought of Anthony lately.

"Oh, Didi!" Edwina clapped her hands together. "The way your face just lit up. So cute!"

Kate chuckled. "Thanks, Ed."

"Mary, didn't I tell you? Did I not tell you?!" Kaveri pointed unnecessarily at Mary, who pushed her finger away with an eye roll.

"Yes, Kav. You did."

Kate furrowed her brows. "How could you have possibly known, Amma?"

"Well, I know it was something."

"I can confirm she said there was, quote, 'something.'" Mary deadpanned.

Kaveri waved dismissively. "Ignore her. It's just that… Things had been getting better but, a little while ago, you simply started glowing, Chellam. It's been beautiful to watch. We just didn't know why."

Kate wanted to grimace at the word "glowing," but as she looked at her family, all of whom looked so happy for her, she found the cliche didn't bother her one bit.

"Well…?" Edwina raised her eyebrow.

Right. Well, no dancing around it. "It's, um… It's Anthony Bridgerton."

Kate desperately hoped the expressions she was confronted with were caused simply by surprise, and not disappointment. Or suspicion. The latter thought made Kate wince.

"It's not… Nothing happened before Tom and I, um–And he wasn't the reason." Kate scrambled to find the right words to say. She didn't owe anyone an explanation and she certainly wasn't sorry for being with Anthony, but this was her family and–

Kate was too caught up in her complicated web of thoughts to notice her mother had gotten up and walked around the table to her. Mary had put one hand over Kate's. Edwina was shaking her head and beaming, unspent tears in her eyes.

"Kathani… Don't mind it." Kaveri wrapped her arms around her daughter. "You don't have to explain. We can't pick and choose who presents themselves to us in life or when it happens. We can't pick and choose our feelings, either. If you are worried that we don't know how much you love Tom, or that we won't welcome Anthony with open arms, or, goodness, that we think you did anything wrong, give us more credit, eh?"

Kate laughed a little as a couple of tears fell. "It's just, ugh, the timing is awful, isn't it? And the way we met…"

"Dearest, are you happy?" Mary asked as she patted Kate's hand.

"Yes. I think… Um, it's only been a couple of weeks, but I think this could be… I don't know. He's amazing. And he's wonderful to me. He's quite intense, it's…” Kate shrugged. It was simple, really. “I like it. I like him."

"Doesn't hurt that you'd be hard pressed to find someone as fit as he is, isn't that right, Mary? We've been looking!"

"Kaveri, this is supposed to be a nice moment," Edwina admonished.

"And Kate's boyfriend being an Adonis isn't nice? Are all eight of them such beautiful creatures? What about their mother? Mary couldn't find photos of all of them."

Kate's eyes narrowed as they slid over to Mary. "What does Amma mean, Mum?"

Kaveri clicked her tongue. "Mary may have done some Googling after we met your Mr. Bridgerton."

"Mum!" Kate and Edwina cried in unison.

Mary blushed. "I was simply…curious."

—

Kate was sitting up against the headboard in Anthony's bed. She stared at the now months old message to Tom that had gone unanswered. 

If he never contacts me again, fine. I mean, it's not fine, but I can't do anything about it. I should still reach out today. 

Hi. I hope with all of my heart you are doing well. I know I have no right to, but I miss you. I hope you had a lovely birthday today. You deserve the world, Tom. I love you.

"What's wrong?"

Kate looked up just as she was feeling tears pool in her eyes. Shit. Anthony was standing in the doorway, wearing a look of grave concern.

"Nothing." Kate turned away from him to put her phone on the nightstand and took the opportunity to wipe her eyes while she was facing in the other direction. She felt the mattress dip and turned back to see Anthony sitting on the bed, an arm outstretched, grasping her ankle. He rubbed it with his thumb and looked at Kate sternly.

"We don't lie to each other, Kate. What is it?"

Kate said nothing, just tied her hair up into a messy bun for the night. Buying time was pointless, though. Anthony was staring at her and she knew he wouldn't let this go.

"It's Tom's birthday."

Kate watched Anthony's entire countenance change instantly, like a switch had been flipped. It was the first direct mention of Tom since she and Anthony had decided to be together.

Anthony's grip on Kate's ankle tightened and his jaw clenched.

"OK," he said in a measured tone. "Why are you crying?"

Kate laughed mirthlessly and looked to the ceiling, shaking her head. "I don't know, Anthony. Maybe because my best friend hasn't spoken to me in months, and he probably never will again, and this was his first birthday since we were kids that we didn't spend together. Just a fucking guess."

Kate surprised herself with how easily she snapped. She looked at Anthony and was frustrated by his completely unreadable expression. He let go of her ankle and turned to sit away from her on the bed.

"I'm sorry you're going through this. And I'm sorry I haven't been more sensitive about it." Anthony was talking down at the floor, seemingly struggling to put the right words together.

Kate reached over to run her hand down his back when Anthony suddenly turned back around to look at her. 

"You said your family knows about me? About us?"

What the fuck? "Of course, I told them last week."

"When can I meet them again? Do they not want to?"

Kate's brow furrowed at the unexpected question. "They want to. They told me to bring you around."

Relief flashed across Anthony's face, but it disappeared as fast as it showed up. "Do you want me to see your family again? Properly, as your boyfriend?"

"I do. It's just… early days. I just like our bubble, you know what I mean?" 

Anthony nodded half-heartedly. "How long do you usually wait to bring someone home?"

"I've only had one other boyfriend, Anthony, and he was already home." Kate regretted it immediately. Why the fuck did I say it that way? Anthony's face made it so much worse. He looked so hurt. Kate hadn't seen him this vulnerable yet. He looked away again. Kate scrambled up behind him and put her arms around his waist. He didn't stop her, but he didn't engage either.

"I shouldn't have said it like that."

"How should you have said it, then? I think that made your point rather perfectly."

"I… I–"

"Honestly, Kate, forget it. It's true, and it's not anything I didn't already know."

Kate wasn't sure how to respond. They were silent for a few minutes. She continued to hold him, her cheek to his back.

"Anthony. Tom is a part of my family. At least, I hope he still is."

Kate didn't think it was possible, but Anthony tensed even more. She saw he was gripping the edge of the bed frame.

"That's just the way it is, Anthony. You have to be OK with that. You…" Kate took a breath and whispered, "You said you'd keep it in check. That you wouldn't be jealous."

"No, Kate, I said I'd try. And I am. I'm shit at it at the moment but I'm…trying, baby. I'll try harder. I just need time. OK?"

Kate squeezed him. "OK. Thank you."

Anthony put one of his hands over where Kate's met on his stomach. Both of their bodies relaxed a bit. 

"Is that what it is, then? Everything about me will be compared to him? Do I even stand a chance?"

Kate tsked. "Oh, Anthony, that's not it, no. Come here, please." Kate backed up on the bed and tugged on one of Anthony's arms, encouraging him to turn around. She sat up on her knees and cradled his face in her hands as she looked down at him. She leaned in to kiss him, but Anthony softly shook his head and sighed. 

"I don't want to be a secret, Kate. I want everyone to know you're mine and I'm yours. I'm proud you chose me, baby. Whatever I did that made you decide I was worth a shot, it's the best thing I've ever done."

Anthony pulled Kate's hands away from his face so he could hold them in his own.

"I want to meet your family as your boyfriend, not the man who's making your dress for a wedding to another fucking guy. We need a do over."

Kate nodded and brought her lips to Anthony’s. This time, he didn't stop her.

"OK. I'll talk to my mums and we'll plan something. Soon. I promise."

"Good."

"I'm proud, too, for the record. That you chose me."

—

Anthony approached Kate's classroom quietly. He peered into the room, watching her as she put easels and cups of brushes away, swaying to the neo soul that was playing from her computer speakers. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail. Her flowy dress was a brilliant cobalt blue underneath her well used black apron.

Anthony was content to simply watch Kate in her element, but he gave himself away when she popped a crisp into her mouth and made a face he'd started to associate with Kate being on the precipice of an orgasm. He laughed before he could stop himself. Kate looked over to where he stood in her doorway.

"Anthony? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to deliver these." He pulled the bouquet of orange tulips he'd been holding from behind his back as he walked towards her.

"Oh, these are beautiful."

Anthony marvelled at Kate as she marvelled at the flowers. He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry."

Kate looked up at him with a slight pout. "For what?"

"Last night. I was being selfish. I don't want to fight."

"Thank you, but… We aren't fighting."

"What?"

"We talked it through, Anthony. We aren't fighting."

"Oh." Anthony rubbed the back of his neck. "Huh."

Kate clicked her tongue as she gently put the flowers down on her desk. She placed her hands on Anthony's shoulders. “Isn't that a good thing? You seem disappointed."

"Oh, I'm not disappointed, per se…"

Kate squinted at him and pursed her lips. "But…?"

"I was just looking forward to the make up sex."

A laugh bubbled out of Kate as she said, "What?"

"Yeah, it was gonna be brilliant."

"If you thought we were still fighting, then what was this morning?"

"Fighting sex. Was that not obvious?"

Kate giggled before stumbling a bit in her search for a response. Her hands moved down to his chest. "Well, you were quite demanding and, um, fervent, but you're always kind of… full-on."

"Right." Anthony nodded, resigned.

"It's one of my favourite things about you, honestly," Kate earnestly reassured him. "And I just figured you were in such a hurry because we both had to get to work–"

"Hurry? Did you not…? I’m certain you–?" Anthony sputtered, offended at the implication.

Kate patted his cheek and laughed as she stepped back to take off her apron. Anthony rushed to get behind her.

"Allow me," he whispered, unnecessarily close to her ear. Undressing Kate had quickly become one of Anthony's favourite things, even when the goal wasn't nudity. He was taking a ridiculously long time to remove the simple garment, letting his hands wander, until Kate stilled them.

"Anthony," she warned. "I work here. With children."

"School day's long over, no? And are you using your teacher voice on me? Because I think it's having the opposite effect than what you're intending." He attempted to pull Kate backwards toward him, but she stepped out of the embrace. 

"Colleagues, Anthony." She gestured towards her open door. "If you want your 'make up sex,' it's not going to happen here. Take me home."

"I thought I was the demanding one?"

"Oh, right." Kate walked up to Anthony, leaning into him until their lips were almost touching. "Maybe I need a reminder, hm? And perhaps a reprimand for forgetting?" She raised an eyebrow at him before grabbing her bag and leading him by the hand out of her classroom.

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[multifandom-worlds]

Thank you so much for your kindness! I appreciate it a lot! 🧡

Fluff prompt 8, Loki, she/her ☺️

Please and thank you! ☺️

You're so welcome, sweetheart! No one deserves to feel bad! I hope this was fluffy enough for you! I do hope you feel better soon!

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Morning Confessions

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 889

Warnings: NA

Authors note: Prompt #8 - You're Comfy and written in Loki's POV

She was having a tough day. Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. All she wanted was to curl up with me and sleep the night away - content in the knowledge that I would keep her safe and be that reassuring presence that she needed more than anything. The only problem; I wasn't her boyfriend at this time; I was her friend. She told me she had no idea how to ask me for what she needed, so so opted to go down to the main area of the compound and try to clear her head.

She curled up in the chair, eyes staring off into the void, not looking at anything in particular while she waited for sleep to finally overtake her. Or for me to swoop in and rescue her from her mind, whichever came first, or so she told me. Her mind trailed off, thinking about what life would be like if she didn’t have to hide her feelings from me. If the feelings she had for me were mutual, but there was no way a God could love a mortal, that was out of the question. Or so she thought. She didn’t realize how madly in love with her I was. 

I had come downstairs while she was there, planning to watch a movie quietly to help myself fall asleep, when I saw her curled in on herself, eyes closed and sleeping somewhat peacefully. I couldn’t in good conscience leave her there all night. I walked over to her, gently scooping her into my arms and holding her tight as I ascended the stairs, careful not to jostle her awake. 

Making it to her bedroom, I nudged the half-open door before I stepped in and made my way to her bed on the far side. I laid her down gently, resting her head on the pillow before covering her up, noticing her eyes starting to open.  

“Close your eyes, darling. It’s time for sleep. You have had a rough day.” I whisper, moving stray strands of hair from her perfect face. I caught myself staring at her cute little nose, the way her perfect lips curl, the colour of her eyes, so drowsy with sleep. 

She looked up at me before reaching for my hand. “Stay…please.” Her voice was so soft I couldn’t bear to say no. I smiled softly before sliding into the bed behind her getting comfortable before tempting fate and laying my arm over her waist. To my shock, she moved back, tighter against me and released a contented sigh before she fell asleep again. I fell asleep that night with a smile, finally getting a chance to have the girl I love in my arms. 

This morning I woke up with a weight on my chest that was not there when I went to bed last night. Upon further investigation, she had her head resting on my chest, her arm slung over my stomach. She looked so peaceful; I had been waiting for this for so many years that I was not about to wake her. I lay with her for hours while she slept, running my fingers through her hair and grazing gently over the soft flesh of her cheek, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the morning until she started to stir. 

I dropped my hand, afraid of her reaction should she know. “G-good morning, darling. Did I wake you?” I asked, meeting her eye as she looked up at me. She giggled as she answered my question. “I have been awake for a few hours. You’re so comfy; I didn’t want to get up yet.” She admits,  her cheeks flushing. To ease her inevitable worries, I decide now was the best time to confess to her, even if the feelings weren’t mutual. 

I took a deep breath before meeting her eye once more. “I’m glad. Last night was the best sleep I have had in years, finally living out my dream of falling asleep with you in my arms. You don’t know how many nights I lay awake, wishing you were here with me, hoping I could be your pillow one day. I want nothing more than to be here for you when you wake up from nightmares at night, rub your back when you’re sore, or keep you warm on those coldest winter days when the wind is howling, and Jack Frost is knocking on your window.” I pause to take a breath before continuing. “I want to kiss your perfect lips until you’re gasping for breath. I want to feel your skin under the touch and run my fingers through your hair.”

She looked up at me, the gears turning in her head as she processed what I said. Did…. she not feel the same as me? As I went to apologize, her lips were on mine, her hand resting on my chest, holding her up. It took me mere seconds to return the kiss as I sat up, pulling her up. She pulled away first before gently flicking my nose with a laugh. “I feel the same way, you dummy.”

The rest of that morning was spent in each other's embrace, drawing little circles on her back or thighs and smothering her with kisses, making up for all the time we’d been apart.

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[danbisroom]

Ep. 8 - Know my love is all around

Hello my fellow souls,

welcome back to Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Go grab a cup of something warm and get yourself cosy.

I hope you had a nice week and that it wasn’t too stressful…always remember to rest, too.

I was talking to a butterfly this morning and that already made me think a lot. She always says very deep things. Well, I’m also quite the “over-thinker”, so I tend to think almost obsessively about some stuff. Even if, to be honest, I believe that “over-thinker”, is not a nice word. It’s the same as when people say somebody else is “too sensitive”. What does that actually mean? How much is “too” or “over”? The truth is that those are excuses, labels of oppression used to invalidate your feelings by people who are not interested in putting any effort into holding space for you. You’re not “too” or “over”, you’re simply surrounded by people who don’t care about you. It’s true, sometimes it’s because they’re not able to, because they’re hurt or whatever. They aren’t automatically bad people, but at the end of the day they’re still wounding you when all you need is love and ears who listen. And as excrutiating and brutal as this might sound, the only real choice you got is to look somewhere else. No grudges. Well, not necessarily at least. I know I’m talking about this in a rather abstract way, a bit distant from the contingencies of daily life, but it would be difficult to make my point otherwise.

Anyway, many of us tend to look at the negativities first. Why? Traumas and societal conditioning mainly. We aren’t ungrateful, we just have trust issues towards life. Obviously that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t work on that (for our own benefit) but sometimes we just need to start by being forgiving with ourselves. We need to be the first person who holds space for our own self, for our feelings, all of them. All of our emotions deserve love and respect, as expressions of our past and hints for our future. They’re all very precious. They’re for us. Like overcoming obstacles is for us. And you know you don’t have to climb the mountain. There isn’t just one way to do things. You can dig a tunnel through it or simply take a longer route and walk around it until you reach the other side. You can and should ask for advice, so that you can consider everything, but eventually it’s up to you. You’re the only one who knows better. Even being grateful serves us, not others: it makes us feel better and it helps in loving our life more. And, finally, nobody is in the position to say your feelings aren’t valid: they’re already valid simply because you’re feeling them and the perception others might have about them has no role other than that of point of view and advice, in case you ask for it. Nobody has the right to come and syndacate on the validity of your emotions.

I know this could come across as extreme and distant from what I’ve always said here on Danbi’s Room, but, as counter-intuitive as it might seem, it’s all actually functional to a loving and nurturing community. Of course in a community everybody helps each other, but that’s something that’s generated spontaneously and organically, learning to know others and making ourselves available when we understand the person in front of us is a soul akin to ours. Receiving is the consequence; the action we actively do, without expectations, is giving.

Give.

Love.

Feel everything deeply.

No accident can prevent you from dreaming, so dream like only a child can do. Dream gently but also strongly. Dream until your breath is taken away, dream like it were a crime. Dream and never stop, this life happens only once and nobody sends you a notice when the sand in the hourglass is running out.

So dream.

Dreams come true to those who truly want them.

Today’s song recommendation is Still With You by Eric Benét. I thought all-ecompassing love would be appropriate.

I hope you enjoyed this episode and that you have a beautiful week ahead of you!

I’ll see you in the next one, big hug!

With love, yours,

Danbi

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[winniethewife]

It's time that you won.

(Llewyn Davis x OC!Rose Thorne)

Chapter 8: A brighter day is coming my way

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words: 924

Once Rose’s Parents heard about the wedding, and the baby, they were surprisingly overjoyed. Having met Llewyn a few times over the last year they had begun to love him almost as much as Rose did. Her father had made a small fuss about not getting asked for his daughter’s hand, but given the circumstances he was willing to let it slide. Llewyn’s sister, well she was happy that Llewyn was settling down but kept teasing Rose that she was way out of his league and should run while she can. But Rose would always insist she had made the right choice. Of course the wedding had to be as soon as possible, according to Rose’s mother, because obviously she should be married before she starts to show. Not that it really bothered Rose or Lleywn.

Okay maybe it bothered Llewyn. As he stood outside Rose’s parents’ house smoking a cigarette, as Rose and her mother go over wedding plans inside. He wasn’t saying he was regretting the choice to marry Rose, He just wishes he had done it better. He wishes he was able to plan his proposal out, to ask her to marry him in a true romantic way. She was worth more than a slip of the tongue and an assumption.

“Damn it.” He muttered to himself. Llewyn struggled with doubt, in himself, in his ability, in the world around him. This was just another screw up in the long line of screw ups. How could he really make someone like Rose happy? She was perfect and he was a mess. She was everything and he was nothing. The idea that she was marrying him, that she was having his baby, the very notion that she wanted to stick around, it didn’t make sense.

“Llewyn?” Rose spoke his name a second time. She could tell he was deep in thought. She walks over to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He looks at her the doubt in his mind starts to melt away. The love in her eyes is exactly what he needed to see.

“Hey…Sorry I just… I was somewhere else again huh?” He chuckles as he looked into her eyes with adoration.

“Just a little, you alright?” She asked returning his gaze with worry in her eyes.

“Now that you’re here, I’m fine.” He smiles at her, putting an arm around her holding her close.

Rose sat on the couch after another morning of being sick. The morning sickness was a struggle, Rose hated feeling sick, she wasn’t sick often but whenever she was she would have the worst time. Llewyn sat at her feet, resting his head on her thighs as he sat between them, He had woken up when she had jolted from the bed to rush to the bathroom this morning. He couldn’t help but feel for her as he had held her hair back and spoke sleepy words of reassurance. Now they were just enjoying each other’s presence while the morning sun filtered in through the windows. Rose reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair. A soft smile on her face as she feels the waves in his hair.

“You’re too good to me.” She said softly as she pushed his curls out of her face then watched as they fall back into place.

“No way sunshine. You deserve everything.” He smiles up at her. “You deserve…More than I could ever give you.”

“Don’t say that, why would you think that?” she asked with worry in her eyes.

“I mean…I’m not exactly a catch am I? When we met I was living on the street, I had barely sold a single record…I only got to where I am with your help and…I mean c’mon Rose, My last girlfriend left me and had my child in another city! And I mean you’ve met Jean…She hates me.” Llewyn looked away from her. He wasn’t proud of his past. He wasn’t proud of the person he had been. Ever. Rose took his chin in her hand and turns his face back to her.

“I don’t care what they think about you. I know you, the you no one else bothered to know. I love you Llewyn…Nothing about your past will change that. Stop letting the past define you. The future is what matters.” She takes his hand and places it softly on her abdomen. “Our future.” She says softly.

“I’m so lucky to have you…” Llewyn says as he rubs his hand along her stomach. He could almost picture it. The spare room turned into a nursery, a wedding band on his finger. It was everything he never knew he wanted. “Tomorrow will be better, than yesterday…” He says as he looks into her eyes as they shown golden in the sunlight.  “Brighter days ahead…the darker days in the past. We can make the best of our tomorrows. Leave the rest behind us.”

“There’s always tomorrow.” She replies softly. Llewyn climbs up on to the couch before pressing his lips to hers. She hums softly at the touch as he holds himself over her, her eyes flutter shut as he kisses her with soft passion. It doesn’t take much for Llewyn to pull her into his lap and hold her in his arms. His hands running along her soft skin and through her hair as he enjoys her taste, her scent, her everything. He pulls away from the kiss and their foreheads touch as they gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Tomorrow.” He sighs.

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#llewyn davis x OC #llewyn davis fanfiction #inside llewyn davis #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac #Rose Thorne #oc fanfiction #Spotify

[talk-it-out-outsiders-smp]

ALRIGHT NOW ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE COPING MECHANISM, DENIAL! Au Final things! It's been set up like tragedy but by God they will get there happy ending!

- First off because no one died in this Au the original people who saw the sign with the code are still around, most importantly Apo who I firmly believe would remember that number, so Ori definitely still falls into the lab but instead makes a bet for his friends full freedom. If they get out of the maze, all together, then they get to walk away fully, no strings attached. (This is vague but what I'm working with right now)

-So our group heads into the dark maze when the lava rises and they make their way into The Trails

-When crossing the initial Bridge they have Bek and Kyle Led with Owen and Magic in the back to keep an eye out for anything sneaking up on them and also to make sure everyone is there

-Krow's comment about remembering the outside world being darker is heard by Soup who promises to take him to a beach once they're out

-Reddons absolutely steals the beer from that chest while playing dumb about what hybrid they could be talking about

-Meeting Crazy Spell Nick in that water cave goes even worse because instead of 8 there's 18 and the cave barely fits them. Oeca I'd the impatient one who decides to just try and swim through

-Now since Owen never tried to kill Krow he didn't cut its arm off so... While swimming past the creature Acho almost gets bit by it but Krow pushes him out of its path getting its own arm practically bitten off

-Guts continues her life as a strongest woman around and carries both Krow and Bek on her shoulders up the rope since there both injured

-In the sacrifice room there's lots of arguing about who should stay. Ori is horrified but adament that he should stay, Soup says she should stay because she doesn't think she can fit in the outside world, Mohwee offers to stay since he believes both Soup and Ori would be better at ensuring the group as a wholes survival, in the end Owen stands on the pressure plate and orders the others out.

-Rasbi and Apo demand he come with them, they'll find another way, there's always another way. Owen tries to explain that it's fine that of all of them he deserves to escape the least and Rasbi screams at him that she doesn't care, he doesn't get to break up fruit trio like this. Ori pleas with Owen that he'll stay but Owen won't budge and says they should say their goodbyes since they need to leave. He has to get Kyle to drag Ori out of the room. Bek gives Owen her sword insisting that if anyone could get out of this it's him. Gracie firmly tells Owen that she's ordering him not to die and to catch up with them as soon as he can. He salutes just before the door closes, saying goodbye with a quick, yes ma'am.

-They hear the explosion through the door but Magic insist he's he fine, no one argues with her. They don't want to voice the only other conclusion

-Camping in the Mushroom Room is the first break the get and everything catches up with them pretty quick. Apo refuses to talk about Owen or really talk at all till Reddons drags him into a conversation with Mohwee and Rasbi about Maze theories since they're almost out, he insist they place bets on what they'll find at the end

-Soup cleans up Krows arm injury, amputating it, and Acho thanks him for the save. It and Kyle have a good heart to heart here as well, saying some long over do apology that are sincere this time

-Squidney, Spidey, and Ayngel drag everyone into campfire songs to cheer up Gracie and Magic

-Guts has a really good singing voice

-Oeca doesn't sing but does awkwardly pat Gracie on the back in his own form of comfort.

-Ori goes off to his own mushroom, his deal weighing heavily on him, Bek sits beside him and without prompting Ori says he can't explain but that he messed up. She reassures him he didn't, firmly stating that they're all doing the best they can and even if he made a mistake they'll be by his side to help him pick up the pieces.

-Krow is still the one to display its memories and has a meltdown but everyone is silent in shock after the visions end, and with no harsh words to lash out at it just breaks down screaming about how it did what it had to do. It was it or them, Krow had to, they have to understand it didn't want to hurt them but, it had to. It didn't want to hurt anyone.

-Ayngel interupts Krow's spiral by pulling him into a hug, ignoring how it digs its claws into her reflexively, and promises him they understand. Soup assures him that plenty of them have done bad things. Reddons cracks a joke about being the court jester to Krows empire when he takes over as the one true dragon born. They feel ok when they finally open the door, ready to move forward.

-The mood is ruined when the Watchers burst in and suddenly start ordering them around. Though they can't really fight all of them they still scream and argue, and in Krows case bite, when they try to drag Magic away. They swear they'll get her back and she yells for them to be careful. Still they're separated.

-A momentous occasion for the audience, almost an entire cast leaving the Maze, such a shame about that disgraced war General though, so close.

-Bek is horrified to step out out on that stage to find this whole time she has been a star and now the idea is sickening

-Apo furiously yelling about theories and ideas he got wrong

-Oeca definitely tries to argue his simulation thing was close enough to win the betting pool to Reddons who insist that technically Acho won with his lab rat science experiment bet

-Kyle shielding Acho from everyone's staring eyes

-Mohwee and Spidey getting so angry right away that Squidney and Guts forcibly hold them back from attacking the announcer or the audience

-Ayngel stopping Krow from doing the same

-Gracie and Soup going into numb shock and just sitting down and staring, not saying anything at all

-Rasbi has a full blown panic attack on the stage overwhelmed by the yelling and cheering and Ori calms her down

-Meanwhile Magic stand before her father again, stronger but not they way he wanted. She demamd she and her friends be let go and he spills the beans on Ori's deal, noting that they were in fact, 1 member down. Magic argues that he knew someone had to be left behind and set them up, and he agrees saying that he rigged the bet in his favor, something he hopes she can understand. Magic starts talking about how she's better than him, stronger because of her compassion not weaker. He begins to point out her failing as leader of clearing 2 and belitting her for getting Ash killed. Before Magic and argue though Owen comes out of a vent in the wall, furious and ready to defend his friend.

-Owen after letting his friends leave searched around the room for some sort of out, trying to brute force his way back the way he came but instead finds a floor grate hidden under some carpeting. He uses the sword to force his way through and starts to climb through the vents to find his way back to the others. Hearing Magic yelling through the vents he follows her voice to the office.

-They either kill him or get him to agree to letting them go, unsure which direction I like more but result is the same, they leave this place and head out into the world with nothing really on them.

-This got really long and I need to sleep so after maze life tmrw because, wow things will not be the sane after this realization about the maze.

#outsiders smp #outsidersblr #apokuna #gutsluvr #krowfang #rasbi #reddoons #graecie #justayngle #magicsings #oeca #orilovestea #kyleeff #acho #owengejuicetv #bekyamon #squidney80 #spideyarmy #mohwee #justayngel #TalkItOutAu

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (47)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 47: Slumber - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 4.1K + words

Warnings: Slight implied sexual content, intimacy, overall fluff and therapy/healthy communication

Summary: Miguel visits Lisa for the night.

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

Miguel had finished reviewing the mission reports as requested, only to find over a dozen errors in the multiverse monitoring software. It seemed Gabriel had implemented a software update and didn’t tell him about it. Or Miguel was so swamped with the incoming stream of messages from other Spiders that he must have missed it in the flood and didn’t go back to read it even after silently reminding himself to do so. 

Nonetheless, it was enough to get under Miguel’s skin to the point he felt like he was near the verge of snapping. Hunched over, his back muscles tense and throbbing as he took deep breaths, trying to fight off the urge to punch or throw something if something went wrong in the next 10 seconds. No matter how efficiently he worked, something always came up. 

He didn’t want Lisa to see him so tense and agitated after he went the extra mile to initiate a date night. Miguel knew he had to calm himself down, telling himself that Lisa deserved better than how he was acting, so Miguel decided to quickly pop by the training center and work out the stress in his body. He ran laps around the center, followed by a series of pushups, situps, and a few rounds on the punching back for good measure. 

He had managed to get a few sets in, listening to Lisa’s playlist to help himself calm down as he took big, steady breaths as he lifted some weights to end his routine. He finished his last set, setting the weights down, his body covered in sweat as he wiped his head with a cool towel. Footsteps caught his ear, and he was praying that it wasn’t Peter B. with another security report. 

If he sets me off and I gotta do all of this again–! 

“Don’t you need to be somewhere?” Jessica Drew spoke up. 

Prayers answered. 

Miguel glanced over, seeing Drew standing there. One hand on her hip, the other hand gently over her baby bump. But the look she gave Migue through her spider-shades made him question that perhaps he should prefer seeing Peter B. over her. 

“Lisa and I planned for 8. I got time,” He quickly reassured her, gently brushing her off as he grabbed his bag and began to walk away. 

“It’s almost 9, Miguel,” Drew stared at his backside, watching the second his muscles seized up and twitched at her words. 

Oh shock! 

“Thanks, Jess!” Miguel immediately runs off, not giving Jessica a chance to say anything else. 

He runs off to his private room, quickly showering to wash the sweat and gym smell off of him.  Once cleaned, he changed into some casual clothes whilst combing through his messages, finding Gabriel’s contact. Instead of wine, he recommended a champagne bottle, something light, but simple. 

He went for his wine cabinet, finding the champagne bottle. He quickly huffed some breath onto his palm, smelling it. Seemed fine, but he popped a breath mint just in case. 

Miguel typed in the coordinates for Lisa’s dimension, locking on to her apartment on his gizmo. Simultaneously, he opened up a separate chat box window, quickly typing up a message. The chat was labeled, ‘Team Louvre’. 

“At ease for the night team. I can take it from here,” - Miguel 

Miguel didn’t wait for a response before a portal opened before him. Sucking in one more quick breath, he steeled his nerves and jumped through the portal. Traveling through the interdimensional tunnel, he emerged at the otherside, arriving in Lisa’s apartment. 

But something was different. Not quite off, but different. Most of the lights were off or dimmed to a low setting as his sensitive eyes adjusted to the lowly dark room. The blankets Lisa usually kept on the couch had been moved to her bed, the curtain pulled back. There was a scented candle on the coffee table in the living room area, it smelled like. . . lavender? 

Footsteps caught Miguel’s attention as a female figure emerged from the kitchen. Lisa stepped towards him, arms crossed over her chest, wearing comfy sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. She looked so cute and Miguel wanted nothing more than to hug her tightly and apologize profusely, but he held himself back.

Miguel tried to get a read on her, analyzing the look on her face. A neutral expression, lips in a thin line. She raised a brow towards him. 

Here we go. . . 

“Held up at work?” She asked him, her head tilting slightly to the side. 

Miguel didn’t detect any sign of hurt or tiredness in her voice. A tiny part of him felt relieved, but that was what scared him the most. Sure there could be slip ups here and there when couples first start dating, but this felt like a fumble if anything. 

“Mi Mona Lisa, I’m so sorry I’m late,” He apologized, his gaze pouring into hers. 

“What happened?” Lisa asked him with a calm expression, her arms lowering to her sides. 

“I finished reading the reports, but there were errors in the monitoring system I had to fix that I wasn’t made aware of,” Miguel sighed deeply, doing his best to keep his frustration in check. “By the time I fixed everything, I was tense and agitated I– I didn’t want all that seeping on to you so I went to work out and get it out of my system,”

“As you were doing that, you lost track of time?” She asked him for clarification. 

He nodded softly, relief coursing through him that she had spoken his explanation in much more simple terms. “Yes,”

Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad. . . 

Lisa seemed to stare at him, evaluating him for what felt like unbearable seconds. Until she finally spoke, her voice soft, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t getting any sleep?”

Miguel froze, his eyes widening. She wasn’t mad? She wasn’t going to yell or scream at him?

You are in so much trouble young man! Faintly fluttered through his mind. His mothers voice. 

He shuddered briefly at the memory. “You’re not mad. . .?” Miguel’s voice muttered, wandering off. 

“Miguel?” Lisa called out to him, snapping him back to reality. 

His gaze fell upon her sulk expression and his heart nearly shattered. “Lisa, I’m sorry, I know it sounds like an excuse, but I– I didn’t want you to worry,”

Lisa sighed, shaking her head, “Miguel, as I keep gently reminding you,” She steered her gaze back to him, a calm expression on her face. “You can talk to me, you know that,”

“I do know that, I swear,” Miguel insisted heavily, inching a step closer as his grip on the champagne bottle tightened at his side. 

“Then why didn’t you tell me back when I was visiting you in the lab today?” She asked him. “Or the day before?”

Miguel managed several deep, calming breaths to keep his emotions in check. His mind was spiraling. Lisa wasn’t blowing up on him. Not like her, but she was talking to him. 

“You can’t keep hiding things like this, Miguel,” She spoke gently. 

Just like Xina did. . . 

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Earth-928 - Nueva York - Babylon Towers - 5 years ago 

Miguel arrived home later than normal that night. After working a long shift at Alchemax, he had stopped by the psych ward to visit his mother, Conchata, with his little brother, Gabriel. As always, Gabriel was the sunshine son that could do no wrong, but Miguel. . .

Well, it was better to not repeat those things. All the words and insults she said, once was enough in Miguel’s mind. But he always came back, for Gabriel’s sake. 

Miguel was tired, exhausted even. He let out a deep sigh as he shut the door behind him. Xina had to be long asleep by now, and didn’t want to risk waking her, or the baby. 

Soft whimpering caught his ear, as Miguel glanced over, peering into the dark living room to see a baby crib, tiny hands beginning to fidget. His lips curled into a soft smile as he set aside his house key card, taking long, quiet steps towards the crib. He peered down at the little body, its bottom half swaddled in a blanket. 

Little baby Gabriela. 

“Hey, sssshh, it’s okay, mija,” Miguel’s voice was a soft whisper as he carefully picked her up in his large, warm, protective hands, “It’s only papa,” - darling

He cuddled her close to his chest, calming her down as he rubbed his hands up and down her small back, humming affectionately. It took a few minutes, but eventually Gabriela stopped whimpering, making soft little noises as her tiny eyes peered up towards Miguel. Miguel smiled softly at her, gently rocking her. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered gently, “Go back to sleep. Wouldn’t want to wake up mama now, would we?”

As if on command, her little eyes started to droop down, her little body snuggling in her blanket as Miguel carefully adjusted it for her. He set her back down in the crib gently, brushing a large finger along her head. Miguel swore he would have melted in a puddle right there and then. 

If not for the sound of footsteps coming from the master bedroom of the penthouse apartment. “I was worried something had happened,”

Miguel’s heart stopped as he turned, taking in the form of the Cantonese woman wearing PJ’s with a silk robe overtop. Her long, silky black hair draped past her shoulders. No matter the time of day, Xina Kwan-O’Hara always looked so angelic to him. 

“Mi amor. . .” Miguel greeted her softly. - my love 

Xina offered Miguel a soft nod, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she walked closer towards him. A hand snaked up his back in a loving manner as the both of them turned to glance down at Gabriela who had fallen back asleep. “Did something happen at work?” She asked. 

“No, everything was fine, just the usual, fixing everybody’s mess,” Miguel answered softly, keeping his gaze locked to the baby. “I was just. . . out with Gabriel tonight. I meant to message you about it, but. . . time got away from me,”

“. . . You two were visiting your mother tonight?” Xina asked him, her hand brushing up to his shoulder. “How is she?”

“Yes, she’s. . . the same as she always is,” Miguel nodded. 

Xina hesitated briefly, before her fingers curled over against the fabric of Miguel’s jacket. “You haven’t told Gabriel yet. . . that you want to take a break from seeing her?”

A wave of shame coursed through Miguel as he curled his fingers into a fist at his side, steering his gaze away from his daughter. His eyes briefly met Xina’s before lowering them to look at the floor. “No. . .”

Xina sighed quietly, muttering a prayer in her native tongue as her hand snaked down his arm, engulfing her fingers around his. “You can’t keep hiding things like this, Miguel,” She spoke gently.

Her voice was calm, but direct. A little blunt. But that’s how Xina was. 

Most days Miguel felt that Xina was his rock, his very conscience if he dared to go so far. It was enough to make Miguel steer his face from the floor to look at her square in the face. Xina was so smart, confident that he hated the idea of making her worry about him. 

“I know, Xina. . .” Miguel’s gaze softened as he gently pulled Xina closer to him, their bodies brushing against one another. 

“We’ve talked about this,” Xina insisted, “You need to talk to Gabriel about setting boundaries for the two of you. I know your protective big brother instincts always kick in when its the three of you,” 

“It’s just. . . she is the light of his world as much as he is hers,” Miguel sighed. “I. . . don’t want to ruin that for him, because a part of me never got that from her,”

“You may not have gotten it from her, and honestly, she’s an adult, she was the parent, she chose to be this way and that’s on her,” Xina\s voice was calm, but her expression stern as she lifted a hand to cup Miguel’s cheek. “But you found that light elsewhere, here, with her,”

She steered her gaze down towards Gabriela’s sleeping form and Miguel smiled. He didn’t remember smiling this much growing up. He loved this feeling, and would fight tooth and nail to keep it. 

“Talk to Gabriel,” Xina instructed with loving authority. “He’s smarter than you let on about what’s been going on between the two of you, and I know you’re smarter than to keep this bottled up. He’ll understand. He’s your brother,”

Miguel took a long deep breath, taking it all in. The place he was standing in, the words that fluttered from Xina’s mouth. When he exhaled, he felt this weight lift from his shoulders and suddenly didn’t feel so stiff anymore. 

“Alright,” he nodded softly. 

“Yes?” Xina raised a brow at the man. 

“I’ll talk to him in the morning,” Miguel went on. 

“Good,” Xina patted him on the cheek before glancing down at Gabriela. “Kiss your daughter goodnight and come get ready for bed,”

“Yes ma’am,” Miguel chuckled with a faint smirk as he brought a hand up to cup XIna’s chin, offering her a soft, loving kiss on the lips. “Remind me again why she can’t still sleep with us?”

“She needs her own space, Miguel,” Xina smirked up at him. “But she knows papa isn’t too far away if she needs him,”

Xina smiled at Miguel’s romantic gesture before walking off back to their shared bedroom. Miguel watched her leave before glancing back down into the crib, snagging one last look at his baby daughter. He carefully lowered his upper body down into the crib, his lips brushing gently on her forehead. 

“Dulces sueños pequeña,” Miguel whispered softly, his voice warm like another blanket being tucked around her. - Sweet dreams little one 

Miguel walked off into their room, immediately pulling his shirt off. He was about to make his way over to the dresser when Xina beckoned him over. “Come’ere,”

“What?” Miguel smirked over at her sitting on the bed with a curious glint in his eyes. 

“It’s not about that, Miguel,” Xina rolled her eyes at the man as he sat at the edge of the bed. “You’re not going to bed when you’re still clearly feeling tense,”

Miguel immediately clued into what Xina was talking about as he turned her back towards her, reaching down to pull off his socks from his feet. “Give me a second to–” But the sentence halted from his lips as she felt Xina’s delicate hands begin to massage his shoulders. 

The soft groan of relaxation that left him was everything Xina could have hoped for. “Now how do you feel?”

The corner of Miguel’s mouth curled into a smile, “A little to the left?”

Xina followed his request as she shifted her hands over as she slowly worked down his back and another sigh of relaxed pleasure fluttered from his throat. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked her, turning his head towards her. 

“Everything and more,” Xina smiled before pressing one more kiss to his lips. “I’ll be here to help you, you know that. Just promise me you’ll put in the effort to take care of yourself, Miguel?”

“. . . I promise,” 

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Earth-12128 - New York City - Lisa’s Apartment - Present Day

“Miguel?” Lisa’s voice brought Miguel back to the present as she gently took the champagne bottle from his hand. “We’re partners, right?”

“Yes?” he nodded softly. 

“As partners, we should look out for each other’s well-being, right?” She went on, smiling softly at him. 

“Right . . .?” Miguel answered again, yet more slowly as he drew out the word. 

Where is she going with this? 

“You’ve constantly looked out for me, so, let me do the same for you,” Lisa stated. “You made a promise to me that you’d take better care of yourself, and in turn, I promised I’d make sure that you do just that,”

Miguel’s fingers seemed to twitch as he mustered all the strength he had to not tackle Lisa in a bear crushing hug and kiss her silly. 

What did I do to deserve her? 

“So, change of plans for tonight,” Lisa spoke up as she set the champagne bottle aside, setting it on the kitchen counter. “When was the last time you got a full night's sleep?”

Miguel’s heart began to flutter in his chest, his palms sweating as his eyes glancing around at nothing in particular. “Uh. . . Does it matter?”

“How many, Miguel?” She asked him. 

“. . . 2 days,” He answered after a brief hesitation. 

“And in those two days you haven’t gotten any sort of rest?” Lisa pressed on gently. 

Miguel shook his head, sulking like a child that was about to get reprimanded by their mother. 

Lisa nodded softly, glancing down at the floor, “Alright then,” She returned her gaze to him as Lisa dared one step closer towards him, then slowly another, “So, Miguel, I know you’re a very smart man. What happens when our human bodies don’t get enough sleep?”

Miguel processed the question, the gears of his mind turning with the strength and energy he had left in the day. “Are you genuinely asking or are you quoting Big Bang Theory?”

“Both,” Lisa managed a soft grin before it loosened, “Now answer the question, smart boy,”

Miguel couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing at the comment, his mind scrambling. “They. . . lose their sensitivity to serotonin and norepinephrine, receiving less signals from the brain,”

“Which then leads to?” Lisa dared another step closer.

“Impaired cognitive function?” Miguel’s cheeks started to burn. 

“That’s exactly right,” Lisa nodded, her head motioning towards the bathroom door. “So, instead of a movie, I’ll hold onto the champagne for another night. You’re going to be a big man, march over there and brush your teeth, and go to bed and spend the night here,”

Wait. . . she’s not mad? She doesn’t sound like she’s mad, does she?

Miguel had a frazzled look on his face, daring to scoff even as he raised a brow at the lady before him. “Seriously?”

“I had the sheets cleaned, pillows fluffed, extra blankets in case you get cold, and scented candles to help soothe the senses,” Lisa smirked, feeling accomplished with her tasks. “I just hope the candle smell isn’t too sensitive,”

There was a playful glint in her eyes as she suddenly smirked up at him. First Miguel was surprised. Now he was scared. 

“You didn’t have to do all this,” As reluctant as he was, Miguel couldn’t help but smile at what Lisa had done. She had done all of this for him. “Can’t we stay up just a little longer?”

“I’m going to count to 3,” She taunted. 

Miguel’s mouth gaped open, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. “You wouldn’t dare–!”

“Try me,” Lisa grinned. The pair locked eyes, provoking a staring contest as they both waited to see who would crack first.  “. . . 1–”

“You are not–” Miguel gawked at the woman. 

“2–?” Lisa raised her voice an octave as the look in her eyes told him that she wasn’t playing around. 

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” He surrendered, his head and hands shaking with a surprised laughter as he sauntered into the bathroom. 

“Your spare toothbrush is in the cabinet,” There was a hint of a grin on Lisa’s voice as her voice fluttered over the sound of Miguel shutting the door behind him. 

Miguel found everything he needed, brushing his teeth and quickly rinsing off his face. Flicking his finger across the touch screen of his gizmo, his clothes changed into a comfy t-shirt and sweatpants before he stepped out of the bathroom and walked over towards the bedroom. Lisa was already sitting on her side, gently patting her hand on the mattress for him to join her. 

“Come on,” She beckoned him. 

“I don’t need to be told twice,” He teased, grinning at her as he carefully crawled across to the other end, plopping down on his back. 

Lisa pulled back the covers for him as Miguel adjusted himself, tucking his lower body under the sheets. Everything felt warm, and silky smooth. His pillow smelt clean, feeling cool against his skin. It was only then he realized how tired he truly was. 

He contemplated passing out right there and then, but he willed his eyes to stay open. He wanted to see Lisa, talk to her, just be with her. Miguel reached a hand out, his large fingers brushing against her cheek as she reached up and held his hand with her delicate fingers. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” His voice was quiet, soft, and low as he cupped her cheek. 

“Everything. . . and more, Miguel,” Lisa smiled softly at him. 

He smiled softly back at her. Lisa’s body shifted, and at first Miguel thought that she was settling in beside him so they’d both get some sleep. But she scooted over and suddenly straddled in his lap, Miguel’s eyes went wide, his cheeks turning pink. “Lisa, what are you doing?”

“I’m making sure you actually go to sleep and stay that way,” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear authoritative and intimidating as she narrowed her gaze down towards him. “That means no getting up in the middle of the night to sneak in more work, or calls. Just sleep,”

“You’re going to stay there until I do?” he asked her with a curious look in his eyes. “Like, watch me sleep?”

“If that’s what it takes,” Lisa stated. 

The pair seemed to be stuck in an intimidating staring contest for what felt like long minutes. The curious glint stayed in Miguel’s gaze as his smirk slowly grew. He wanted to test Lisa’s claim for himself. 

“Miguel. . .” Lisa’s voice gives off an audible warning drawl.

Miguel tries to sit up, but is stopped short when Lisa quickly stretches her arms out. Her hands grip his shoulders and push him back down. Miguel was genuinely caught by surprise by her strength as she pins him back down to the mattress, the back of Miguel’s head falling into place on the pillow. 

“Miguel O’Hara!” Her lips flickered into a grin, staring down at him as she called him out for his attempted defiance. 

Her long brown hair dangles on the side of her face, and try as he might, Miguel couldn’t hold himself back as his gaze began to linger down. He loved Lisa’s face, her sweet, almost innocent looking gaze, her soft expressions and loving smile. But Miguel would be lying to himself if his mind wasn’t screaming at him to, at least once, admire and appreciate Lisa’s body. 

Elegant curves, a strong form, he couldn’t be more proud of her and the progress she had made since joining the Spider Society. In Miguel’s eyes, Lisa was beautiful inside and out. When his gaze retracted back to her own, and he saw the realization in her eyes of what he had done, there was. .  hesitancy, doubt even as her cheeks flushed, and her grip on his shoulders loosened. 

Was there a part of her that didn’t believe what Miguel saw in her?

Miguel’s expression faltered for a split second. Right now was probably not the correct time to discuss something like that. Tonight was about taking care of him and his health, Lisa had made that very clear. 

“Fine, I’ll get some rest,” Miguel sighed deeply, his body relaxing into the mattress as Lisa’s hands snaked away from his shoulders, across his chest. 

“Good,” Lisa nodded her head. 

Miguel’s smirk was playful as his arm hooked around her back and gently pulled her down. Lisa landed with a soft ‘PLOP’ along Miguel’s chest, her head tucked under his. “Especially now that I have my favourite body pillow,”

His low rumbling laughter caused Lisa’s cheeks to burn as his hand gently stroked along her back. If Miguel was going down, he was taking Lisa down with him. Two could play at this game. 

“Miguel O’Hara, go to sleep!” She ordered, hiding her face in the fabric of his nearly skin tight shirt. 

“Yes, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel’s voice drawled as his laughter quieted down. 

Miguel reached over with his free hand, grabbing a spare blanket and pulling it over Lisa. He made sure she was snuggly and warm before he kissed the top of her head, holding her close. Slumber took hold of him minutes later and when he breathed in deeply and snored for the first time, Lisa truly relaxed, nuzzling against him completely as sleep overcame her as well. 

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Prompt List

General prompts

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “It’s you. It always has been.”

3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

4. “Kiss me.”

5. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

6. “You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

7. “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

8. “I’d do anything for you.” 

9. “You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

11. “I’m so proud of you.” 

12. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

13. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

14.“You are my family.”

15. “I’m right here.”

16. “Can you just please hold me?” 

17. “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

18. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

19. “You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

20. “I just want to see you happy.”

21. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

22. “You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

23. “I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

24. “This reminded me of you.” 

25. “Your hair is really soft.”

26. “You’re really warm.”

27. “Are you blushing?”

28. “Can I stay here tonight?”

29. “Because I love you.”

30. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

31. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

32. “Make a wish!”

33. “I love seeing you smile.”

34. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

35. “I just want to be there for you.”

36. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

37. “You’re just a softie.”

38. “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

39. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

40. “Why are you scared of loving?”

41. “You are crushing me right now.”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

43. “I love you.”

44. “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

45. “Take my hand. Just trust me.”

46. “You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

47. “At least let me clean it.”

48. “I told you to take care of yourself.”

49. “You’re the only thing that matters.”

50. “Stay.”

51. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

52. “You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

53. “You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

54. “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

55. “Maybe they were right. You never did change.” 

56. “This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

57. “Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

58. “What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

59. “You’ve changed.”

60. “You win, happy?”

61. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

62. “I wish we never met.”

63. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

64. “You deserve so much better.”

65. “I can’t keep playing pretend.”

66. “Leave.”

67. “What am I in your life? Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

68. “I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

69. “You promised.”

70. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

71. “Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

72. “You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

73. “You broke me.”

74. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say. Just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

75. “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

76. “I loved you. I loved you so so much, but you hurt me.” 

77. “I would’ve done anything for you.”

78. “I was happier with you.”

79. “They were perfect for each other.”

80. “I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

81. “I risked my life for you.”

82. “You deserve better.”

83. “Move out of my way before I make you.”

84. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after. Sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

85. “I miss the old you.”

86. “You’re not you.”

87. “Let me go.”

88. “When did you stop loving me?”

89. “It’s always been (her/him/them).”

90. “Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

91. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

92. “Why did you wait until I moved on?”

93. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

94. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

95. “Have you been sleeping?”

96. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

97.“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

98. “I won’t hurt you.”

99. “Don’t let go.” 

100. “Do you want that?”

101. “Just let me stay.”

102. “Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

103. “Do you trust me?” 

104. “Are you flirting with me?”

105. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

106. “Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

107. “Are you afraid to die?”

108. “You look happy.” “I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

109. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

110. “Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

111. “Don’t let go.” 

112. “Just let me stay.”

113. “Come home.”

114. “I hope you’re happy.”

115. “They don’t need to know.”

116. “I made this for you.”

117. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

118. “Is this really the time for jokes?” “Is this really the time for jokes?” 

119. “You always do this.” 

120. “Wake me up when it’s over.” 

121. “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

122. “It’s not my choice.”

123. “Can we take this home?”

124. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?” 

125. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

126. “(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

127. “Are they dead?”

128. “You want to play pretend? Well, two can play at that game.”

129. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

130. “Come back to bed. Please.” “You’re who they warned me about.” 

131. “You’re who they warned me about.” 

132. “Come back.”

133. “You should’ve listened to me.”“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

134. “I haven’t seen you in days.” 

135. “Are you jealous?”

136. “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

137. “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

138. “Why is there a deer in the room?” 

139. “It’s pouring rain. Why are you here?”

140. “Where are you?”

141. “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

142. “What happened?”

143. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

144.“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now. What does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

145. “Is that my book?”

146. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

147. “Is there a problem?”

148. “You never listen to me.”

149. “Do you see me laughing?”

150. “I don’t like this.”

151. “What the fuck is this?”

152. “Listen carefully.”

153. “Sounds kinky.”

154. “Do we have a problem?”

155. “I do not snore.”

156. “Did you get lost?”

157. “That’s a lot of cupcakes.”

158. “What smells like peaches?”

159. “I didn’t say it was a good idea.”

160. “You need to get out of there!”

161. “Think about what you’re doing.”

162. “You could have died.”

163. “I’m glad you’re here.”

164. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

165. “You should be more specific.”

166. “Who is that?”

167. “Don’t forget your coat.”

168. “Where’s my shirt?”

169. “You’re sick and you need to rest.”

170. “I was set up.”

171. “Don’t be so shy.”

172. “Wanna tell me what you’re doing in my kitchen at 3 am in the morning?”

173. “What is this about?”

174. “That shirt is awful. It would look better on the floor.”

175. “Don’t be stupid.”

176. “I am your superior and you will respect me.”

177. “Don’t you dare disobey another order.”

178. “Maybe you should go lay down.”

179. “Mind if I join you?”

180. “I’m not crazy.”

181. “This is my choice.”

182. “I’m not leaving.”

183. “Can I come in?”

184. “Sit down and shut up.”

185. “I can explain.”

186. “I double dare you.”

187. “I feel great.”

188. “Have it your way.”

189. “Diner is served.”

190. “Your wish is my command.”

191. “Enjoy your time off.”

192. “Where have you been?”

193. “Be safe.”

194. “How long have you been standing there?”

195. “When it happens to you enough you just learn to pick up on it.”

196. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

197. “I didn’t like you anyway.”

198. “Get out and don’t come back.”

199. “You’re everything to me, yet I’m nothing to you.”

200. “Please can we just talk this out?”

201. “There is nothing more we can do.”

202. “Stay with me!”

203. “Don’t look at me like that.”

204. “You know damn well why things are the way they are.”

205. “I never meant to fall in love with you.”

206. “Let go.”

207. “I hate you, but I think I hate myself more.”

208. “Look at me! C'mon, don’t do this!”

209. “I regret it all.”

210. “No. Don’t you dare shut me out!”

211. “You mean so much to me. Please let me help.”

212. “We can never start agian.”

213. “You’re gonna make it, just stay awake.”

214. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone break my heart, yet here you are.”

215. You’re stronger than you think you are.

216. Nothing can hurt you, as long as I am here.

217. We love you!

218. You seem to have an untapped power within you. Whether you use it for good, or evil, is up to you.

219. I’ll beat the shit out of you for hurting them!/They’re our friend!

220. We will never judge you. You are perfect the way you are.

221. Kiss on the forehead; I hope we're together forever.

222. Don't ask for a kiss, take one.

223. This is me trying not to scare you away.

224. Slow dancing in the dark.

225. You make me feel safe.

226. You're being all cute and sweet it's making me want to kiss you.

227. You deserve someone who values you.

228. Shut up and kiss me.

229. No way... you're actually jealous

230. What is your problem?

231. If I could, I'd kiss away all your scars.

232. Please kiss me already.

233. Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy.

234. Please don't leave me.

235. I thought you didn't want me.

236. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real.

Harry Potter Specific prompts

1. "That potion is all wrong."

2. "Get your wand out of my face."

3. "We need to get you to the hospital wing!"

4. "Why can't they do the sorting after dinner? I'm starving!"

5. "Typical 'insert House name' ."

6. "Do you want to study by the lake?"

7. "Are you okay? That bludger nearly took your head off!"

8. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"

9. "You look...amazing."

10. "Do you want to dance?"

11. "They say the Shrieking Shack is haunted...we should check it out."

12. "It's bloody freezing!"

13. "Woah, looks like you bought the whole of Honeydukes!"

14. "I'll never get the hang of this spell."

15. "That was amazing!"

16. "I'm...struggling to think of a happy enough memory for the patronus charm."

17. "Watch it, you nearly put me in the fireplace!"